2361 At the coffee shop

I saw a young woman with anorexia in line. Unlike many with her disease, her clothes weren't too large. But her bony fingers and toothpick legs indicated her hunger was now eating muscle, not fat stores, regardless of how much running and exercise she did. Her bony spine was curved and her face had some discoloration. With breast implants and the right make-up, she could be a model.

She bought a huge box of pastries. I wondered if they were for a morning gathering or if she was going to gobble them down in the car and then throw them up later.