The sad reality is… she wouldn't have wanted herself either.

114. The scale didn't lie. She stripped and faced the reflection. Skin and bones. *Skin and bones? She was all eyes. Bloodshot eyes. All eyeballs and rib-bones. An unflattering description to match an unflattering perception.

Starved for love.

The truth was… She knew she was doing this to herself. What she didn't know was how to stop. 18 hours. She had 18 hours of control. And then, there were the dreams.

"I'm not hungry, really."

She was learning that the term "broken hearted" was, unfortunately, not always metaphorical.