I stand in the mirror wearing nothing but light blue boxer briefs
I step closer to look at my face
    my hair is brown on the sides with blond highlights mixed in a quiff
    it appears natural but I in fact dyed it with peroxide
    the skin under my eyes sags with a faint purple tint
    my eyes sit light brown, almost olive, but not quite
    my cheekbones are noticeable and my jawline is fairly defined
    but my skin is sprinkled with my teenage-pizza acne
    I guess it just adds to that boyish look or whatever
I step back to look at my sun stained chest
   my birthmark lies to the left about an inch from my belly button
   the birthmark looks like a mask and
   it is only about the size of my fingernail
   my chest sits rather fit with a faint outline of abs from intermittently  
    working out in the gym.
      two defined
   lines that disappear into the tight waistband of my Calvin's
I slide off those and now stand ****-naked
    my eyes follow the lines as they fade away into a
    a trimmed area of short hairs
    with a centerpiece only a few have seen  
    on my thigh sit a chaotic line of red streaks where my anger flows
    but as I turn my body to show the mirror my side I find the red
    streaks fading to brown. a sign of change
I turn all the way around to see my backside
    it's quite a bit fairer than the rest of my skin. not flat like most guys
    but not quite round like many girls. it kinda jiggles a bit unless I flex
    it, but I find doing so quite strange
I feel my calfs
     they have gained some mass and no longer resemble twigs
     this is probably due to those early morning five-mile runs
     my legs grew longer too but I don't believe by much
I put my underwear on and turn off the lights