

As I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, I can see the LED lights illuminating my physique. I can't help but admire my size and strength. I am so much larger and stronger than anyone else here, it's almost unbelievable. I look down at my bicep and flex it, watching as the muscle bulges to an enormous 18 inches. I remember how I've worked so hard to get to where I am, and it brings a smile to my face. My sense of power and superiority is almost overwhelming. It's like a physical sensation, almost like electricity running through my veins. My confidence is unshakable and I know that I'm capable of anything. It's an arrogant feeling, but I can't help it. The mere sight of my own muscles fills me with pride. My bicep is a thing of beauty. It's large, round and perfectly defined. Every inch is pure muscle and strength, bulging with every movement. My forearm is no exception, measuring 13.5 inches and sporting veins that run like a roadmap of strength. I can see the awe in people's eyes when they see me flex, and it just confirms my own beliefs. I take one last look at myself in the mirror, flexing my bicep once more. I am confident, proud and more powerful than anyone else in the room. I am Eva, and I am unstoppable.