6:00Am
~ The morning sun shone through my window, casting warm, golden light over my room. I stretched and yawned, feeling the tightness in my limbs from last night's workout. Despite the soreness, I felt energized and ready for the day ahead.As a black person this was pretty early for me but I wanted to be more productive n become a better version of myself
I got up and started my morning routine. I brushed my teeth, took a shower, and washed my face. As I looked in the mirror, I marveled at the transformation my skin had gone through over the last few weeks..
After my shower, I put on my favorite yoga pants and sports bra, ready to hit the gym. As I stepped out my door, I took a deep breath of fresh air and started my morning walk. The cool breeze felt wonderful on my skin, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the perfect morning weather.
As I made my way to the gym cuz that ass won't grow itself , I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. I knew that the workout would be tough, but it would also be worth it..the cramp on my as damn bieng slim thick is not for the weak . I had been working hard for weeks, and I hoped that the results would show today.
As the workout finished, I felt exhausted but exhilarated. My body ached from the strength training, but my stamina and endurance had definitely improved. I also felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. I had set a goal, worked hard for it, and achieved it.
After my workout, I took a relaxing bath, soaking away the tension from my muscles. As I exfoliated my skin, I felt a sense of self-care and pampering. I was taking care of my body, both on the inside and out.
Once I got out of the bath, I applied my skincare products and got dressed. My skin looked glowing and radiant, a testament to the hard work I had put in. I felt ready for the day ahead, ready to tackle whatever came my way. The morning had been fulfilling and empowering, and I was grateful for the opportunity to start my day off right.I put on some baggy pants a white top some Jordan's and pink hoodie it was cold outside,I really didn't think about my outfit that much .i packed my bag ...Did my hair n slayed my edges.
Outfit for the day
I walked down the stairs of my house, my stomach grumbling with hunger. I could hear the sound of cooking coming from the kitchen, and my mouth started watering at the thought of breakfast.
As I entered the kitchen, I saw my mother cooking up some eggs, bacon, and toast. She smiled at me and said, "Good morning, my love. How did you sleep?"
"I slept great, thanks," I responded, taking a seat at the kitchen table.
Mom served me a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, and I started to dig in. The food was hot and delicious, and I felt grateful for the care and attention my mother put into preparing it for me.
After breakfast, I quickly grabbed my bag and rushed out the door, not wanting to be late for my first day at the new school. But even as I hurried, I couldn't help but smile. My mother's love and support were always a constant in my life, and I felt grateful to have her in it. No matter what the day held, at least I knew I had her by my side.
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Teen FictionKelly is a black girl who recently moved to the UK with her mom after a messy divorce. Despite the changes in her life, she has taken everything in her stride and remains nonchalant and adaptable. She is excited about starting a new school, but is a...