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Walking Skeleton

She stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes glanced at the distorted image that reflected back at her. The girl’s cheeks were sunken in, and she was paler than most teenagers her age.

Alyssa swallowed and let her eyes trail down to her torso. Her fingers roamed the countless ribs that were visible underneath her skin, feeling each and every one. She took another breath of air and slowly exhaled. This was a new experience to her, looking at herself in the mirror after five months.

She clutched her hollow belly, flinching violently as another pang of hunger rocked her. Alyssa wouldn’t allow herself to eat; it was too much food in one day. The girl’s lips parted slowly as her eyes traveled down to her legs. They were unbelievably thin, her knobbly knees jutting out even more. Her thighs were cold now. She felt numb.

Finally, Alyssa looked at her arms. Thin lines ran down them, ghostly white. They were the scars of her past, long forgotten. Never would she feel fat anymore. Alyssa was perfect now.

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