Smooth legged and red haired, she watched herself in the mirror. Each line of conversation that would go on between them was mouthed, everything she would say or should have said. That conversation turned to one of the future; an interview on her newly released critically acclaimed post-apocalyptic film. “Riveting. Absolutely Riveting.” they would say. She would reply with, “What the fuck does that even mean?” a typical response. They knew her well.

The blow dryer slid off of the counter, snapping her back to reality.

Blink, Blink.

Her stomach swelled with dinner.
He likes flat stomachs.
She must take immediate action to remove the disgusting bloat.
Abs, abs, abs. 40 sit ups. Crunches. Stretch, get flexible.
She should avoid eating so much. 

For the first time in her life she set her eyes on each nutritional label before chowing down. Water became the drink of choice, and chocolate was no longer acceptable. Longingly she would gaze upon those lucky bastards who were able to eat carelessly.

She was the minority now, fighting for her body. Fighting for him, who she could not have.