Her little pelvic bone stuck through her skin.
Her pants were loose and baggy.
Her fingers were thin and boney.
Her face was sunken with bags under her eyelids.
She looked sick.
She was sick.
But it was still not enough for her.
Before she could accept herself, she had to change.
Not just change.
No.
She had to become that girl.
That girl she spent hours looking at pictures of.
That girl he described as his dream girl.
She had to be that girl.
So she really could never accept herself, only that girl.
But if she ever achieved that, she would no longer be herself.
She would be that girl.
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