I’m in my room showing off my hard work, flexing and proudly posing my muscular body… when my stepbrother and his friends suddenly walk in and start laughing at my face while I pose. Apparently my crossed eyes are a laughing matter. For a second I’m caught off guard… but then it’s game on. If they want to laugh, I’ll give them a show. I keep posing, flexing harder, making even sillier faces while showing off every muscle. Because honestly? I don’t care. My body looks amazing, and if my face looks ridiculous… so what?
