Skinny, Skinny

She stood,
hunched.
In front of the mirror.
In her underwear,
no bra.
Pinching skin and nothing else.
Looked at the model's picture,
frowned.
No,
No!
No good.
Ran her fingers on her cheeks,
sunken holes in her face.
She looked at the clock.
12:34.
The car was still not in the driveway.
They had left a neatly packed homemade macaroni and cheese meal.
Complete with salad, dessert and garlic bread.
"Be back by 9. Dinner in the fridge (eat it!)."
A note on the fridge,
ignored.
Measured her hips, her thighs, her stomach.
No,
no,
no,
NO!
Shattered glass like a carpet.