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Rachael's Year

... after finishing 11th grade. While she didn’t carry an ounce of fat, she was not toned. For her senior year she had decided she wanted to make a change. She was tired of being picked on by taller, more popular girls, of having only one or two friends, of being shy and introverted. She was tired of being lonely. She had made a choice to exercise, to get in better shape. She sought to boost her confidence. The three months she had been coming to this gym four or five days a week had paid off. While still petite, she could see muscle definition in her arms, shoulders, legs, butt, and abdomen. She had pushed herself harder and harder each visit, sleeping incredibly soundly. She changed her diet to include far more protein and fiber; protein bars and shakes became a regular part of her diet, as did chicken, lots of chicken. Rachael’s mother, Nikki, was somewhat of a fitness guru, but had never done serious strength training like Rachael. Her mother had a great body for a 46 year old, but it wasn’t as toned as Rachael’s had become. They had the same diet routines, which made things easier for Rachael. Rachael would often flex her biceps in her bathroom mirror. While small, they were quite impressive, considering she had had virtually no tone or muscle mass a few months prior. She would smirk as she thought maybe one day she’d have a boyfriend far more attractive than the men her mother hung out with. She imagined herself coming home from college in a couple years on the arm of some ...

... big hunky guy, making her mother jealous. On September 8th, after about three months of attending this gym, someone finally spoke to Rachael other than a polite nod of the head in passing. She had always kept to herself, not interacting with anyone, wondering if she would ever change. Perhaps exercising wouldn’t change her personality, perhaps nothing would. She resigned herself to the belief that she was wired to be shy and would always have trouble meeting new people or going out on dates. Rachael used the various leg machines at the gym, thinking of her situation. She had often asked herself why she had never been on a date, had never had a boyfriend, and had never kissed anyone. She stared into the mirrored wall. She liked her dyed blonde hair. Her huge blue eyes were pretty. Perhaps it was her slightly long nose. Was it too long? Or maybe her mouth was too small. She looked at her bottom lip; was it fuller than the top? Rachael shook her head and shrugged. “Maybe my personality sucks,” she thought to herself. Rachael moved to another machine and thought about Ronnie again. “He seemed nice. He's probably that polite to everyone though;” she pushed thoughts of him from her head. She finished her workout and went home. Chapter 2 The next few days were hot and humid. Rachael sat in class, half paying attention. Her mind would wander. She’d think what college she wanted to attend; preferably one in a much colder state than South Carolina. She was sick of the humid Charleston ...