Tasting Thin

She’s perfectly perfect Skinny enough But she doesn’t see that reflection in the mirror. Everything wrong. The feeling of imperfection ever lasting. Starvation forces numbers down stepping on scales twice every hour. Loved ones worry, they question. Responses reassuring. Hindering thoughts as she eats, but throws up late into the night. Friends help with help unwanted. She’s in denial. Finally small enough, like that girl on the cover. Pretty, plastic, fake.