As more and more time passed, I knew I was beginning to change. Physically and mentally I was a different person. I lost so much wight while gaining so much muscle because of the rigorous training that plagued my every day. It was almost like brushing my teeth, just a habit that I had developed without even realizing it until now. Now, as I stand in my room with my eyes glued a mirror that reflected a stranger, I realize that I have completely changed.
   My once vibrant eyes bore back at me from the mirror. I looked like a monster. I could feel my breathing immediately pick up, my heart racing as a sickening feeling boiled up from my stomach. The feeling of anger and regret. Who am I? That single question pierced my heart, my eyes widening with rage.

"That's not me! "

"That's not who I am!"

"I'm a fighter!!"

"You will not poison me with your lies!"

  I suddenly awake from the nightmare  that left me with a cold sweat and a mild head ache. A soft sigh escapes my parted lips as I pant, sitting up and swinging my feet off the side of the bed. Slowly easing into a slouch, I rest my elbows on my knees with my head in my hands.

    The dream was a little exaggerated but not by much. I was different physically but mentally I knew my place. I knew who I was and who I wasn't. Standing up from the position, I make my way into the bathroom. The feeling of the cold tile hitting my bare feet seeming to wake me from my groggy state of mind.
 
  I hesitantly grip the edges of the sink, boring my eyes into the mirror to examine my form. I just looked tired but I was more than that. I was frustrated...