I remember looking in the mirror wanting to see less of it: A boy with a body he isn't happy with, an acne-covered face, and sad eyes staring back at him. Will he stay with me forever? Why can't I find the will to better him?
I remember the day of my dance team's Senior Photo Shoot: He tried so hard to make himself look handsome, with all the perfect makeup and designer clothing, but nothing worked. I remember the shameful times eating out.
Food was his blissful escape, yet it kept him miserably trapped in the cycle.
I remember the sleepless dark nights, laying in bed wondering if his Calculus grade will get better or why he can't seem to keep up with his dance team.
Life is going to knock you down, and it's going to hurt a lot, but the pain doesn't last.
Now, you have two choices: stay down or get up.
I'm standing back up because I want to discover the potential and revive the magic that lives beneath my bones...
