Lanky

She rushed upstairs, took off all her clothes and ran to the bathroom. Her mother had gotten rid of all the scales since the last time they went to the doctor but that wasn't going to stop her. She was determined. 

Placing her thin back against the wall, she drew a dot on the wall where her hips where. Stepping back to admire her work, she saw the size hadn't changed since yesterday. Frustrated, she threw the black pen on the floor. Standing there in her light blue underwear, she thought she was hideous. She picked up the pen and stared at her white skin. "Fat," she declared, her eyes welling with tears. She placed the pen on her stomach, a black mark tainting her porcelain skin. She frantically started writing on her stomach and when that was filled, she moved on to her legs, then her arms. 

She looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She tugged at her yellow hair that hang down from her head. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her dark eyes bugging out at her. She took a step back and inspected her body. The words 'not good enough' were scrawled all over her body in her spiky handwriting, and that's exactly how she portrayed herself. Just not good enough. 

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Because we were talking about anorexia one of these days in class.