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I wake up with a start the next morning. I check the time to find that I am up early. Since I have class today, I decide to get ready. My mouth hangs open when I see myself in the mirror.
Who is she? A reflection of an unknown girl is staring back at me or wait... is that me? Is this how I look now? How the fvck did this happen? Am I changing?
Staring back at me is a beautiful girl who should belong on the front page of some high profile fashion magazine. The rims of my irises are surrounded by a black outline which defines my eyes more. Thick black eyelashes frame my eyes. My lips are full and plum unlike other days when it's drier than the Sahara desert and cracked up like the floor of barren land no matter how many times I apply lip moisturizer on them. They look red and inviti
