#27 : Yet Still Fucked

Kessa ran her fingers over her stomach. Flat. But was it flat enough? Not quite. She still had some way to go. “Just to be safe” she told herself. Still, it was nice the way her pelvic bones rose like sharp hills on either side of her stomach.

“I love bones. Bones are beautiful.”

Kessa began to cut her meat into tiny pieces. As a whole it was unmanageable, frightening; but divided and arranged, the meat could be controlled. She cut four pieces. She'd count to four between each bite.

“Lets just lose another pound.”

She began to be reassured by these pains, tangible symbols of her success in becoming thinner than anyone else. Her only identity was being "the skinniest". She had to feel it.

“Soon I'll be thinner than all of you” she swore to herself.
“And then I'll be the winner. The thinner is the winner.”