12 July 2012
Stood in her bathroom in front of her mother's full length mirror, she saw agony. A hand-me-down body she never fitted: it was a few sizes too big. And being big wasn't best. Being so wafer-thin you could see bones bursting through your skin like gravestones in a fleshy cemetery was best. She had tried, at least. She had failed at best.
She doesn't look in her mother's full length mirror anymore.
Dysmorphia • Opuss № I