I am dead.

I look at the mirror, and I don't see me.

I look at the plate, but I don't eat.

I struggle, push, and pull my way out of this hole.

I am alive.

I watch the girls weigh themselves and cry.

I watch them starve themselves and die.

That was me, but now it isn't.

Am I saved? Who saved me?

Was it an angel? Maybe.

Was it my friend? Probably.

Or was it me?