Thursday, January 29, 2009

A Perfect Body

She stared into the mirror, examining every inch of her frame. She had worked for months and months to achieve these results.

Purging. Exercising. Starving. And finally the results had been achieved.

Her hips jutted out painfully from her pants. Each rib was completely defined. Her stomach caved in, and her shoulder blades were exactly that. And she was happy. Her eyes looked large and doe-ish within her face, her cheek bones also exposed. There was still some fat to lose, around her thighs and upper arms. But she was sure she could get all of that off, too.

She would just have to find a way to get around all the people that were too jealous to let her be how she wanted to be. They would lie to her and say she was too thin, scarily thin. Who has ever heard of being too thin? They wanted her to gain weight. But she would refuse. She finally had it.

The perfect body.

As she stumbled back to her hospital bed, she collapsed on the floor. Her last conscious thought was one of contentment.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul"

Radiohead- Creep