I will be perfect. Is what she says in her mind before her dinner is all over the toilet floor. I will be perfect is what she says while skipping a meal or two. No thank you is what she says to an innocent candy offered to her. As her boyfriend kisses her and says "you're perfect" she is only thinking about the sudden urge of being thin. That with time it isnt so sudden anymore. She wants to be wraped around his arms with ease. She looks down at the scale and cries. 126.3 pounds of shame. She could lose it all and still be full of loneliness. Her smile is magnificent. Who will ever see her fear? Every scar on her wrist is a reminder of what she will never be. Perfect. Its funny how no one will understand how much time it took for her to get so empty she hurts herself in desire to be beautifully perfect.