I no longer see myself as a stranger when I look at myself in the mirror. I recognize myself. The girl with black eyes and black hair. High cheekbones that got me bullied when I was in elementary school. The girl with long hair that I was too lazy to cut. The girl who used to sketch in her free time then stopped knowing she couldn’t go to art school. I have never dated anyone; Suzy always made fun of me for it. Suzy. Just thinking about her makes me want to crawl into a ball and cry. But no. Suzy wouldn’t like that. I have to be strong to get through this. She would say something like: ‘This is NOT the Emily I know’ “I’m doing this for you, Suzy. I hope you know that. You will get the justice you deserve. I promise.”

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I strip out of my pajamas, still looking in the mirror. My body got thinner. I haven’t eaten much these past few days. My cheekbones are more visible. My stomach is neatly flat, but it will get more muscular over time. How funny. I wasn’t a gym girl; look who I am now. My chest is...Well. My chest is still the same. C cup? Is this what they are called? Can’t believe Nancy was jealous of my chest size. I scratched my messy hair. I gotta take a shower and forget about this morning. And Elliot’s stupid way of shutting me up. By kissing me. NO! This is NOT a kiss. I will not count this as my first kiss. “Whatever. Delete this morning out of my brain, please.”