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You stand before the mirror, your slender body glistening in the dim light. Your small breasts are perched atop your chest like two delicate flowers, while your hips curve inward, creating a subtle contrast with the angularity of your limbs. The navel piercing glints, drawing attention to the soft, pale skin surrounding it.
As you gaze upon your reflection, you can't help but be drawn to your long legs and pointed feet. They seem almost doll-like in their delicacy, yet your mind rebels against such a notion. You are anything but delicate; you are robust, with hips that curve and swell like the gentle humps of an earthy landscape.
Your eyes sparkle as you recall all the times you've caught glimpses of yourself in unexpected places – when you were out walking or riding the bus – only to realize you'd been lost in a world of self-admiration. It was a feeling both thrilling and humbling, like being a secret keeper with your own deepest desires.
The mirror's glass seems to ripple as if sensing the intensity of your gaze. And then, without warning, it shatters into a thousand shards, each piece falling slowly to the floor like tiny raindrops.
As you step back from the shattered remains of the mirror, you feel an unspoken promise unfolding within yourself: one day, you'll be free to indulge in this private ritual whenever – and wherever – your heart desires. For now, though, it's time to retreat into the safety
