:I Like You:

“Okay,” I gaze at my reflection on the mirror for a little while then glance down to the, magazine. “Less hair…” I lean my face to the mirror for more view of my face. “My unibrow is coming!” This is great!

My memory flashes back at the time I was with Jackson. He said ‘no unibrow’. Ugh! I stump my feet on the tiled bathroom floor. I don’t want to pluck them.

‘All those are not what people want and certainly not my classy best friend’. Stupid Jackson! “Get out of my head!”

‘y body, meaning no hairs on legs, armpits, and mustaches, and there should be two brows no unibrow.’ I gaze up and down at myself. My leg hairs are coming back too. My babies…

‘We want a girl with figure and smell nice.’ I put my arms up and I see some hairs growing. Taking a big sniff of my armpits, I smiled at the scent. It’s an interesting smell. I chuckled, “it smells nice.” Not what Mark want though.

I thought for a little while and hesitated but continued to my plan, ‘be y before school’. “No,” I frown taking the shaver next to my sink.

How could girls shave all the time like this?
How could girls plug so easily their eyebrows?
My armpit stings…
This perfume smells funny…

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You got this Rose.

I stood nearby my anatomy class nervously.

My heart is pounding. I’m never this nervous. Why now? What should I do?

I step inside my class very