I eyed the mirror nervously for the fifteenth time, making sure my hair was perfect and my lip gloss intact. God! I can’t believe I was acting like this. Since when did I become so beauty conscious? Maybe it was because I was going on a date with Mike Dillon. I just couldn’t bear to look unpresentable in front of him especially when I have a slight inferiority complex.
My eyes dropped to my tummy and to my surprise that I was loosing weight fast. The afterschool training, the morning session with Mike and me cutting down on my eating habits simply because I don’t have enough money seems to be doing wonders for my body.
I twisted and turned my body, eyeing myself carefully on the mirror. Give it two more weeks and I would have a perfect hour glass figure.
Thank god, I had solved the misu
