I didn’t look anything like the toned and beautiful girls that were working out along side me and to say that I felt out of place would have been an understatement. It wasn’t that I was fat, though. If fact, I wasn’t overweight at all, actually. But my body just wasn’t ultra-thin like these other women and it made me feel large in comparison. I sighed, as I ran my hands over the new workout clothing that my mom had bought me the day before. The tight black shorts only accentuated my slight curves and the grey training bra pushed out the cleavage of my developing breasts, making my upper curves look even more noticeable. I reached up and undid my ponytail, letting my black hair fall into my face. I had been working out for at least twenty minutes and I was feeling hot and sweaty. Letting my hair down gave me a refreshing blast of cool air. As I stood in front of the mirror, I turned to the side and pushed my chest out, causing my boobs to look even bigger. Then I smiled and cocked my head to the side, making a goofy face at myself.
