She looks in the mirror and crosses her arms over her bare chest.
The tears start to roll out of her sunken eyes,
over her protruding cheek bones.
The reflection shows a girl who’s ribs are all visible,
her arms and legs frail and brittle.
The bones of her shoulders jut out from her fragile, delicate frame,
the skin of which has become almost translucent,
so that every blue-green vein is evident.
Each part of her skeleton is prominent,
draped in her attenuated, papery skin.

If only this is what she saw.