because I just admired myself in the mirror, topless. And posed as if photographers were snapping the few precious pictures that I allow them to take of me half-nude. I pull a corner of my sweats down to reveal my pink underwear and imagine a flood of shutter clicks followed by waves of flashlights.
My hair is silky soft right after the shower. I can see the outlines of my abs that are slowly forming. I feel young, fresh, and attractive. God has made me well.
