their collarbones protrude.
'skinny is pretty' they chant in unision. they'll do whatever it takes to please society*.
and eating isn't needed, anyway. not when the prize of starvation is razor-sharp ribs and knife-edged kneecaps; qualities that the today girls simply must have.
so, they skip meals and refuse to eat and stick their fingers down their guilty throats when they do. all in hopes of gaining perfection.
what they don't know, is that perfection doesn't exist.
* - a monstrous disease that has taken over, without any of us even realising.
