WARNING: the following is potentially triggering to anyone with an eating disorder or body image issues.  it is not meant to corrupt, or inspire, or plant any ideas into your head -- it is solely meant to reveal the true nature of the disease, for it is much more than a labor of vanity; it is, quite simply put, devastating. there is no perfect model weight, there is no final goal; there is only a rabbit hole, and if you see someone falling into it, please, i urge you to reach out and pull them back up before it's too late.

she looks into the mirror like it holds all the truth in the world.  it is the only thing she knows that never lies.  she pinches the skin at her cheeks, her arms, her stomach.  perhaps, if she used enough strength, she could rip it clean off her bones.

she wonders what it would be like, to lose all the layers of skin, of fat, of muscle; to be a skeleton, fragile and bare-boned.  would she be satisfied?  no, never, for even then, she'd want to strip off the brittle tissue and cartilage, and be nought but the marrow underneath.