Various One-Shots

That is not me

She gets up, turns around. She doffs her jumper, it lands on the floor. Next her long-sleeved shirt and then her vest. Nothing but her bra is left. She takes off her trousers and the tights she is wearing. She doesn't want to look in the mirror, but she knows she has to. If she can see her body, she will know that she is doing the right thing. She walks towards the mirror, eyes closed, knowing that she weighs 45 kg. Too much if one asked her, not enough according to family and doctors.
Whenever they make her eat she can almost feel the fat, the weight she puts on. It feels horrible!

When she opens her eyes, she doesn't recognise herself. That is not her. Cheeks sunken in, one could clearly see her cheekbones looking sharp. Her eyes look lifeless. Her arms are thin, covered with white hair, almost looking like fur. And the belly. Ribs clearly standing out. Her legs have a gap, but not one would wish for. It grosses her out. And for the first time in hours she speaks. 'That is not me! That is not me!' At first, it's just a whisper, but then it becomes a scream. A high-pitched one. She picks up a stone, it was a huge one she had bought in an attempt to make her room look fancier, and throws it at the mirror, while repeating the four words 'This is not me' over and over again.