My bones show. The bones around the shoulder area are pronounced. My right arm is thin. Too thin—it is thinner than my left arm. I can see everything protruding. My eyes. They are still big, but not as they used to be. I don’t know this woman anymore. Who is she? Who have I become? I don’t know her. I want the old person, the person I was. I liked her. She looked healthy. This other woman looks like she just got out of a concentration camp.