Seeking Perfect

"I hate myself. I eat too much, that's why I throw up. But they make me eat, all of them. And I hate them. I need to be skinny, I can't eat, but no one understands.All I want is to be perfect, they say I'm sick but really I only want to be better." I wiped my eyes as I wept into the payphone, then my bony face went hard. "But I can't be perfect, or pretty. Goodbye, Miss Tabitha."
Then there was a loud bang, a whole in the phone booth glass, and I collapsed.
It's finally over.