She stares at herself in the mirror. All she sees is imperfection. Every little thing about her body makes her sick. No matter how many times someone tells her she's beautiful, she can't believe them. She knows she is torturing herself but she can't tear her eyes away from her figure in the mirror. She feels the need to lose weight. She chooses to skip a meal. Then two. Then three. And so on. She accidentally eats one day. She feels horrible for it. She goes back to that mirror again and sees all her imperfections. She is disgusted with herself so she chooses to purge. To cleanse her body of the unwelcome food that will bring unwelcome weight. Afterwards she looks at herself again. She feels broken and ashamed. No matter what she does she'll never be good enough. She'll never be perfect. Yet what she doesn't realize is that her imperfections are what make her PERFECTLY imperfect. Every little thing about her is beautiful. But life is tragic. She will never know or realize how gorgeous she truly is. She will never see herself like others see her. She won't see that spark in her eye when she smiles. She'll just see the weird way her face is shaped and she'll hate her smile. She won't see the beauty of her curves in all the right places. Instead she'll see fat just sitting on her body. She won't see the way her face lights up when she talks about something she loves. She'll just see a broken girl with a broken mind. She will never see her beauty and that is the beautiful tragedy of life.
