"Why am I so fat and useless?" I whisper angrily, "What have I done to deserve this? Why can't I be skinny and pretty like all those other girls? What do I have to do to be like them?" My brain tortures me with questions.
Before I close my eyes I take one last look in the mirror. It shows a girl with a sunken face and hollow green eyes with brown hair that is thin and has fallen out in places. Her bones stick out and her skin is stretched painfully over them. Her joints are weak and she has bruises all over her where she has fallen into things and it has left marks. Tears stain her face; she can barely support herself and needs help urgently.
But what do I see? I see a girl, who needs to lose weight; who needs to be told to man up and stop crying. I am proof of what society does to people. I am proof of the consequences of lies. All my life, I was told to look in the mirror and I would find the truth.
I'm looking but all I'm seeing is lies.
