Macey
Adjusting my tank once more, I move to stand in front of the mirror of my bathroom and take in my reflection. A light blush covers my face as I fight the anxiety overwhelming me at the moment.
After coming home last night, dad explained to me that he had spoken to Michael and that the two of them discussed my plans for the day.
He needs me in workout gear.
And I didn't have any.
After having a small panic attack about seeing him again and how my father went behind my back and spoke to Michael about me, I had confessed to my mother about not having anything to wear for today. She took me shopping immediately, something I didn't think I would enjoy, but did.
Now though? Now as I sit here starring at my reflection, the one that up till about five days ago, couldn't stand, I feel
