She looks in the mirror and sees what no one else does ... Pure ugliness. She hates herself and everything about herself. The negative has taken over, and all that is left is the thought of how she can never be perfect. She can never be thin enough; she can never be pretty enough. With a finger down her throat, vomit in her hair, one hundred voices in her head, the scales telling her shes at a dangerous weight, and the mirror telling her shes still not perfect. She wishes she could be like the girl at the bus stop, perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect skin, perfect lips, perfect breasts, perfect stomach, perfect hips, and perfect legs. Her mind craves to be perfect, craves to be thinner, craves to be pretty, yet deep inside her theres a small voice trying to get louder and scream out STOP, stop ruining your body, stop looking into the mirror because the only mirror you need is your friends.
