Melanie heaved a dramatic sigh as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was worse, she thought disdainfully. The 'it' in question was her weight. Melanie had always been thin, but not distressingly so. Just skinny. But in recent days she had begun losing weight at a worrying pace. One morning she woke to find that she had lost two pounds, which, at first, wasn't too bad to lose a touch of weight here and there. Then she realised the calm before the storm.

Now Melanie looked at a reflection of a girl who stood at 5'8'' with bones stretching her skin taut. Despite her fear of doing so, she looked down at the scales she stood on; 80lbs. Anyone would assume she was anorexic as many had done, but that simply wasn't the case. Melanie ate like a horse most days, even going so far as to ask for seconds at dinner and she had exercised properly. Not anymore though. Now, she was hardly able to walk faster than a casual stroll.