I'm wasting away. I know I am. I've watched it's progress in the mirror day after day, hour after hour, staring at me from the bureau door as I move about in my room.
It's comforting. I can rest, knowing that I've done my part, and that my body won't betray me with it's health. It's like my body has finally decided to be in harmony with my mind.
The body that the mind wishes was full and curvy was flat. The hair that I wished tamed was wild. The teeth were too large.
The mind is dead. Now the body is following suit. My eyes look larger, my breasts look bigger in comparison to the rest of my body, and my hair has settled into a smooth waterfall, even though I know it's because of a lack of vitamins and minerals.
I always figured I'd die a heroic death. My death might not be heroic, but at least it's beautiful.
I am beautiful.
And now they'll see it.