Chapter Eleven — K is for Kicking It With The Enemy

After my near encounter with death, I was given an entire makeover.

They pulled and prodded and picked and squeezed to the point that no single area of my skin wasn't hurting.

After their work I was allowed to see the mirror.

I couldn't believe the person staring at me was my reflection.

My blue eyes shone and looked bigger surrounded by my brown lashes made longer and thicker by mascara, my skin was softer and even-toned, my freckles subtly hidden and my mouth was painted a deep red that brought out my eyes even more.

I looked — dare I say it — beautiful. And I felt it.

Staring into the mirror I saw I confident, beautiful and ambitious teenager and I embraced it.

I'd undergone a change, not just on the outside but inside me. I will no longer be taking the crap from people and cowering, I'm taking my life into my own hands.

Jea