She found comfort in quiet, destructive ways. She purged her troubled thoughts and feelings until there was nothing left of her. When it was done, she sat there, the cold, smooth porcelain against her skin as a wave of momentary relief washed over her. Glancing in the mirror, she saw her face, puffy and red. Her eyes bloodshot and her body trembling. This was a familiar sight as it was the same reflection that had stared back at her since she had begun this secret ritual years ago. She had lost five more pounds since last month and laughed inwardly at the thought of the compliments she was paid for her increasingly thin frame. She always looked her best when she felt her worst.
Exhausted and disgusted with herself, she decided to go to bed. And with a final rinse of her mouth at the sink, the remaining remnants of her fragile spirit spiraled down the drain.
