She stares at silver scales with unblinking eyes.
A look of horror and disgust,
A look reserved for herself and no-one else.
She curls up small hands into tight fists
And punches her already scrawny body.
There is no real power behind the punches
As her muscles have wasted away to nothing.
A scream echoes within her.
A cry for help.
The needle teeters at 6 stone 5
And she makes a resolution in her mind:
No more food until I'm thin.