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As a young girl I looked pretty in my little body, and my friends used to admire my long hair, smooth skin, straight teeth, perfect eyebrows, long nails and my figure. I remember sitting behind our television and admire the models; their charming look and modest dressing. I imagined that one day I would I would join them, and even outdo them since I considered myself much prettier. I didn’t pay much attention to my clothing for I knew my parents gave me the best.

In school my male friends always sought after my attention, for what boy who doesn’t like being around a beautiful lady with a good figure like me? I flaunted with my tender body, and this earned me fame in our class. One friend I remember who loved my company was Donald. Most often when I was around he would remain flabbergasted, only staring at me. I would jokingly put my long hair on his neck and give him a soft slap.

In one of my diaries I wrote this words: ‘Today Donald looked at my perfect eyebrows and as he was about to touch my eye lashes I gave him a strong slap. I don’t understand what he was thinking but I think he likes me.’ My tender years were filled with joy and a feeling of love always filled my body. I would innocently wear short skirts and boast of my body. After all, no eye would escape my strong shoulder blades, muscular legs, toned legs and with my tallness.

Like any other girls, looking stunning and feeling loved was the most essential thing to me. However, this didn’t last for a long as the years progressed. At some point I forgot myself and outdid the very things which kept me in my perfect beauty. I failed to check my eating style and to maintain my skin. I remember how Donald made me shade tears when he shouted at me “you little bitch with old granny skin.”

As I joined high school, nearly all my classmates made jokes about my looks. My clothes would draw the shape of my body; a shape that I didn’t like since I had gained much weight and I saw myself as obese. I dint feel like I fit in their category. At some I had to look for a tailor who can make dresses which hide my ugliness. The things which I considered as beauty in me seemed dim. What hurt me most is when my friends would tell me I have a big butt and fat feet. I even began to develop low self-esteem with the kind of rebukes I was getting from every Conner.

I engaged in sports with the hope of regaining my shape. I desired to have perfect thighs like my classmates. With the boys loving girls with a perfect, I desired to have one since I convinced myself that love I such a beautiful thing. In my bedroom I wrote: I gonna make it, I must lose weight, I got to prove ‘em wrong. It’s this desire that made me to wake up early morning and run. After about three months, I got the shape I desired. I felt I was in a different age. No one would flaunt on me, I had made it! I would feel my skin radiating with gorgeousness again.

Now my classmates would describe me as the lady with brown eyes, pretty face, half decent eyebrows, nice straight teeth, toned arms and small butt. It was such an awesome feeling to see people who were making fun of you to once again recognize beauty in you. I regained my self-esteem. My mom would always say “nowadays you are ever smiling, who did it?” I knew she was referring to my perfect body. I would just laugh and go away.

I could now wear the clothes I wanted, and walk around like a queen. For every lady, having a good figure is so important that she can forsake every comfort to have it. That was me. I had to shed few calories by exercising and skipping mills to achieve this.

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