Eight months since this mirror had become her enemy. Eight months since the usual things had ceased to exist, and she had begun to live in a mirror-world. The tank top she had once filed out hung limply from her bones. If she pulled it tight, her ribs were visible through the clinging fabric. Skinny, yes. You might say gaunt. Not skinny enough. Food was bad. Food meant _weak_, food meant _guilt_. She'd quit the dance studio months ago, but it didn't matter. She had to prove it to herself. Screw the other ballerinas- they'd all be jealous when she got where she needed to be. She'd start eating again, of course. As soon as the goal was reached. But mirrors didn't lie, and she was nowhere _near_ beautiful. Soon, she told herself. Soon. But Anorexia doesn't wait. She was withering in front of that mirror, day in and day out. Slipping away. Fading. 2008-04-09T00:48:53Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/27034 <p>This is beautiful, in both strength and sadness.<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/27034?basename=55175 2008-04-09T00:48:53Z Valley Fey/Pinprick http://ficlets.com/authors/imandynan0 <p>I felt her determination, her refusal to see the truth reflected there, and I love how you incorporated her motivation. It is scary, haunting, how close to reality this comes.<br />Realistic entry!<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/27034?basename=55096 2008-04-08T20:56:16Z Mistress Elsha Hawk http://ficlets.com/authors/mistress_elsha_hawk <p>Good picture of yet another girl on her horrible quest to achieve that surreal perfectness of beauty. I really like how vivid the descriptions are.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/27034?basename=54976 2008-04-08T01:02:46Z flute faerie http://ficlets.com/authors/user_6061