A boy of 19 stands in front of a mirror staring at himself. His clothes were baggy and his pants were hanging off of his skeletal frame. His hair was thin but beautiful. His face was slender and his skin was pale.

But his eyes were dead.

He saw none of the beauty that is portrayed in the mirror.

He saw a boy who was ugly, repulsive, he felt sick looking at the mirror. His response was to empty his stomach it was the only thing keeping him from being perfect was his wieght. He cleaned his teeth and freshened his breath before he grabbed his backpack and left for school.