She’s too young. A senior in high school. Maybe. More likely a junior. Her carriage betrays the youth her body denies. The Catholic schoolgirl miniskirt sits high on her thighs, bunched between her legs, blocking the view of her (I imagine white, full-backed, cotton, bikini) panties. Her legs are splayed open, in a way they won’t be in a year or so, when she inhabits her sexuality a bit more. She listens to Demi Lovato on her iPhone.
Right now, her sexuality, her physical readiness, sits on her like an ill-fitting garment, shrouding her, obscuring her, dominating her. She’s not ready, and she is, and she radiates both facts unmissably.