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I slides around both corridors and rooms trying to coordinate some basic shitty dance moves in my pijama and socks, that served me now as skates.

My hair damp, from my resently taken shower, I slide back to my room after I consider my energy to have lowered enough. I start undressing never ending my now calmer dance moves and keeping my headphones on

Without giving it much mind I start looking through my dresser for something fit for my first day, thankfully temperature in my village was similar to here, so it's not like my clothes are too warm or cold.

I end up grabbing a pair of earthy green cargo jeans, but since they're slightly small my but stands out more. Pouting at my reflection, I end up ignoring it reminding myself they're the most comfortable I own.

I pick up a comfortable dark grey, almost black, sports bra and stand looking at my reflection for a moment. It doesn't take long for me to turn and look at my body from a side glance...

I've always been specially proud of my lower body, genetics made it so my tighs where wide but rugby made them look well formed and strong. Still my upper body was nothing but insecurities, of course on the outside I always act like I'm also proud of it.

I mean my shoulders have always been wide, and for rugby it was perfect, but in day to day life it wasn't really my thing to be wider than my crush on shoulders. And I guess if it was just that I'd go on, get myself a wide bull like boyfriend and that's that!

But my breast are such an insecurity, I mean they aren't inexistent but they aren't there either, I'm just average... That's what I keep repeating to myself, but the thing is, wide shoulders strongly built with average breasts just looks weirdly proportionate.

I'm no sand clock figure! More like wide shoulders and even wider waist.

Truthfully though, there's one thing about my body I'm not thankful nor regretful about, my neck. What a weirdo, you may be thinking, but I don't know it's just there!

And being really long I get that really bad ass classy woman vibes, and can easily look down on people since I'm fairly tall. But it's also pretty dangerous for rugby, I've been close to breaking it once or twice!

It's hard for me to find a comfortable position and being tall reduces my shot's at a boyfriend, since one of my request is taller than me...

Suddenly the door to my room opens and, since I already have one headphones off, I make no move to take them off.

My brother stand by my door fully dressed in some ripped jeans and a dark blue t-shirt.

Amatheo

Would you stop checking out wish one of your boobs is bigger and come down for breakfast?!

I glare at him rolling my eyes, while slipping on a dark blue t-shirt with AC/DC written on it, with cool lettering. I grab a zip up hoodie from my dad and pull up the long sleeves as I walk downstairs.