Isabella, inside the mind of a beautiful one

Published: February 27, 2009, 2:43 am

Isabella, a name that fits as well as the tight legendary stripped choo choo stripped zipper pants that caused a male ruccus everytime I walked down the high school main hall. Isn’t she lovely. As I anxiously prepared myself on a sunny summer morning, I would shower, then care for myself while I put on my bathing suit and glanced in the mirror at my athletic gymnast body to head out in the backyard and begina anothe day of glorifying the dark bronze color of my skin that was only in need of a touch up. I never thought about how truely magnificent I must have looked in the eyes of others. I had a routine that would remain the same. Throw a large towell that had an oversized bubble yum logo on it, grab spray bottle to cool myself off, turn on the stereo so that it was loud enough that I could sing to it with no one to laugh at me, get the coconut tanning oil, and a jug of ice water. I always took time to find the perfectly fitting bikini that described my mood for the day. I

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