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LENA.

The first day of school wasn't easy. I struggled to have my bath. I watched the wall clock tick, watching as the arrow moved by seconds and minutes without blinking my eyes.

Fear resonated within me. I hadn't seen my breasts. I had avoided them for the longest but today I had to go to school.

The school was my outlet.

I gently stepped off my bed, stopping myself from tearing up. I had cried over and over again, nothing made me feel better. Not the tears. All it did was make my eyes blurry and heavy.

Eventually, I had to bathe except I wanted to be bullied for smelling and having not bathed for two days. I swallowed as I stepped into my bathroom. I had washed it the other day yet I did not bath.

Trust me, it was dusty and disgusting but I did not feel the need to bathe after. That was how scared I was to strip and have my bath. Fear of seeing my body unhinged. Not unhinged, I should never refer to my body like that but that was what it was.

One of my breasts was gone, a