A/N: I can not stress this enough. I've dealt with anorexia and bulimia for close to ten years. They're not glamourous or miracle weight loss secrete. They are illnesses that control your life and like to hold on, even after you've recovered.

"Hey baby, can you bleed like me?"- Garbage, "Bleed Like Me"

Daphne has found the secret to perfection, and she keeps her lips sealed oh so tight. Sealed lips gather no food, no food means no unsightly fat, and no fat on the bones is nothing short of perfection.

Feather light, pretty, thin, free.

They ask how she does it, those girls with envious eyes who covet everything she is. Daphne just laughs, dismissing it as healthy eating habits, exercise, and maybe a potion once a month. (Twice a day, I know. I've seen it, watched the way she swallows that miracle elixir on an empty stomach)

They believe her. Everyone always does. Because perfection will never lie to you, or so they think.

And I watch her so closely. I see fat and muscle give way to bones beneath delicate skin. Maybe I envy her, just like all the other girls so desperate to know her dirty little secret. But, with envy comes pity because I do know the truth.