She was worried about her legs again. Mainly her thighs. They are almost touching when she puts her feet together. She’ll stop eating, again, and exercise so hard that her legs will feel like they can’t hold her weight. After that, with every step she takes, she’ll feel like her knees are going to give out. She’ll be afraid to walk in fear of them actually giving out. She doesn’t want people to know she stop eating or that there is something wrong. So she’ll binge eat and the hate for herself will grow and grow and grow. Until she stops eating again, pushing her body to her limit and it turns into a vicious cycle, again. She’s beautiful, perfect they say, but in her mind she’s fat. She needs to lose that weight, that fat between her legs. She needs that gap, that thigh gap that she craves. The perfect legs, tone and thin with a gap in between. Why can’t she be perfect. Why can’t I be perfect.