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Lana's thoughts wander to the day she first saw her own reflection. She was eight years old and standing at the kitchen sink, watching herself brush her teeth in a small, cracked mirror that hung from the wall. Her mother had bought it especially for her, with bright pink stickers on the edges of the glass frame. Lana felt mesmerized by her own image - the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled, the way her hair curled slightly at the tips.
As she grew older, Lana's fascination with her body never wavered. She began to notice the way her breasts developed, how they pushed against the fabric of her bras and tank tops. She started sneaking peeks in the mirror while getting dressed, admiring the curves that were slowly taking shape on her frame.
Lana's friends often tease her about being too self-conscious, but she can't help it - there's something about watching herself move through space that captivates her. Whether she's running or dancing or simply standing still in front of a window, Lana feels like she's floating above herself, observing from a distant view with piercing blue eyes and unblemished skin. In these moments, she feels most alive.
Now it's your turn - what do you want to know about me?
