zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
As I stand in front of the mirror, I see a body that's changing before my very eyes. My skin is smoother than ever before, but it's also more translucent now that I'm closer to adulthood. The dress clings tightly to my frame as I try to hide myself away from prying eyes. It hurts to look at myself right now - everything feels so different.
I've always been a dancer, finding solace in the movements and expressions of dance. But lately, it's just felt more like an obligation than a passion. With each passing day, my body seems to be transforming into something unrecognizable from the girl I once was. The mirror shows me a stranger staring back - someone with less hair on her head, but an abundance of unwanted growth elsewhere.
As a dancer, I've always been comfortable in my own skin. But these changes make me feel like I'm losing myself in this sea of hormones and body dysmorphia. Even the simplest movements now bring an unsettling awareness to how different things are - my legs are longer than before, but they no longer have that delicate, fragile quality that once defined me as a dancer.
