She’s small, dainty, and fragile. Walking into her favorite clothing store everyone stops and stares. They all wonder “how can someone be so small” “she’s so thin. Maybe even too thin” “I wish I was small like her”. She would always have a smile on her face. She goes to the smallest racks and picks up a few crop tops, high waisted shorts, mini skirts, and dresses. She doesn’t make a single sound as she walks over to the dressing room. She undresses, pulling off her t shirt her ribs gently peak out as she raises the shirt off of her. Taking off her shorts she looks in the mirror. Noticing her small and thin thighs. The delicate way her hipbones stick out. Her shoulder blades are sharp just like her spine. She takes a moment to admire what she’s accomplished. How delicate and fragile she is. Most things fit, but some she had to get a smaller size. She gets the few items and heads home. When she gets home she slips into her boyfriends oversized t shirt with cozy high socks and lays in bed. Drinking her glass of water. Then dozes off and falls asleep.