The Biker’s True Love: Lords Of Chaos Novel – Two Weeks Before Christmas Age 17 I looked at myself in the mirror with a critical eye. I spent all summer working out before school started to change the shape of my rounded body. All my life I was known as the chubby, short, cute girl. I was chubby as a baby, chubby as a toddler, chubby all through my childhood and into my teenagehood.
When school got out after my sophomore year in high school, I vowed to work on myself all summer. I watched what I ate, cut out sugar, drank mostly water and went on walks and hikes. I even had my dad buy me some weights, so I could tone up my arms and legs. The results. I lost twenty pounds, my round body leaned out and turned into womanly curves.
My thighs were toned but thick from all the squats and hiking that led into a perky round bottom, a nipped in waist and my bra cup grew to a size C. My arms were slimmer and toned. I went from a size 16 to a size 10 and I loved it. The inches melted off of me the more protein I ate. So, now I know what works for my body.
When school started back up, my peers were shocked at my transformation. My wavy, shoulder-length, auburn hair grew to just under my shoulder blades. I begged my mom for some lighter highlights before school started. My makeup was flawless and natural. My brown eyeliner made my sky blue eyes pop.
I practiced hairstyles and watched makeup tutorials to perfect my look. Boys noticed me more, some girls did too. My best friend Avery Jones beamed at me when I met up with her. She also changed her appearance over the summer.
Going from the black hair goth look, back to her natural honey blonde hair, and instead of dark black makeup around her green eyes and lips, she went for a more natural look herself. Her clothes went from black and baggy, to cute sundresses and ballet flats.
I started wearing shorts and tank tops that actually fit me and didn’t hide my body. The jeans I also wore were now skin tight instead of baggy. My big t-shirts turned into crop tops and regular fitted shirts. I also started wearing two to four-inch heels.
I got my first boyfriend, Elliot Beesom. He was my first kiss, my first over the clothes grope, and I was thinking about going all the way with him on my 18th birthday. I talked to Avery about it. Avery didn’t like Elliot, they sniped at each other constantly. I secretly thought that Avery was jealous because of the time I spent with Elliot and not her. Avery told me not to do it.