Beauty she seeks, looking around every corner.
She finds only pain.
And knows the risks and harm, she doesn't care. She says she can stop once she's skinny.
That was years ago.
And now lies skinny as ever, a skeleton underneath a bag of skin. Not skinny enough. Too fat. No food, no fat. Simple as that.
That was months ago.
Sarah is dead now. But Ana thrives on.
