A Girl Like Her. (LGBTQ+//TW, anorexia, self harm)

I saw her, though I don't think anyone else did. She was quiet. She had a different look in her eyes. I didn't even know her name, though I wanted to. Tiny, fragile as she was, she took on so much. She was much bigger than her jean size.
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She saw me. Though I don't think she knows I saw her. She was loud, she was happy. She was normal, though I couldn't shake the look I saw in her eyes. I knew her name, everyone did. Tall, and strong as she was, she seemed to be so fragile. She was much more than her reputation.