The pastries were large, with a generous amount of yellow cheese in the center and 2 or 3 blond raisins for decoration. There was no sugar glazing the dough, no excuse to scratch it off. A young girl enters the bakery. Her eyes stare at the cheese Danish. “Give me 4. Four please.” The employee places the pastries inside a pink bakery box and the young girl pays. A 1970s Ford is waiting outside the bakery. Someone opens the door. “Home. I want to go home and eat at least one.” The girl behind the wheel shakes her head.
“No, you won’t. You’ll just pretend to eat it.”
“I’ll eat this pastry. I promise.”
The young girl looks at her ankles. “Hard as a rock.”
The girl behind the wheel sighs. “That’s because they’re swollen.” Her voice is low and sad.
“What do you expect? I’m skinny. The rest of my body is skinny. I like it that way.”
Tags: anorexia nervosa