6 weeks passed and Natalie was back to a healthy weight. Even though she was happy with herself again, she was not so happy with what went on at school the day she came back.
"Hello, twiggy!" someone called out. Natalie turned to face the person. It was Kylie. "What? Am I too fat for you?"
"No. Kylie, I'm sorry. I'm stupid, sensitive, emotional and a bitch. Words hurt me. If you can't accept me for who I am, then I don't give a damn, unintentional rhyme. At least I accepted getting help. Goodbye."
"Wait, Natalie, you're right. I liked who you were, just not what you were doing. However, I can't be your friend. It would totally ruin my new image. Bye."
Natalie walked away and Henry ran to catch up with her. "Hey!" he said. "So, you may not be perfect enough for her, but you're perfect to me."
"Thanks, Henry," Natalie said shyly.
"So, did you notice I took that mirror out of your bedroom?"
"That was you? Why?"
"Cuz, well…"
"Just tell me."
"So you wouldn't worry about your physique and care more about people who like you for what's in your heart."
"You're beginning to sound like my brother."
"Pardon me?"
"Oh, right. That was a dream."
"I love your imagination, but not as much as I love you." Henry kissed Natalie and Natalie smiled. "You're my perfection."
"And you are too."
Natalie and Henry walked to their first class. It didn't matter what anyone thought about her anymore. What mattered was what she thought about herself. And that was good enough for her.