The girl hurried to the bathroom lock and closed the door.

This is a habit of girls, who lock the door to any room they go to.

The girl walked over to the bathtub, plugged the stopper, and turned on the hot water with a bang, the girl needed this loud enough sound to force herself to calm down.

The girl could not face her mother's questions, and the girl knew how ugly and unspeakable her answers were.

How can a girl not be hungry, a girl is hungry.

The girl misses her mother's cooking, she misses it very much.

The girl knew she couldn't eat it......

The girl sat on the edge of the tub and watched the water rush to the lower end of the tub.

Wait until the girl has completely calmed down.

She walked over to the mirror in the bathroom, slowly took off her clothes and threw them into the washing machine beside her.

The girl opened the sluice gates of the washing machine and turned the washing machine.

The whole bathroom was filled with the sound of running water and the cacophony of machines spinning.

The girl moved away from the mirror so that she could see her naked body more clearly and intuitively.

This is already a body that looks like an emaciated.

But the girl still didn't seem satisfied.

The girl scrutinized her body.

The girl first examined the reflection from the mirror from top to bottom.

Then the girl looked up at her flat abdomen in the mirror, and the girl pressed her hands lightly on her stomach, and then gathered them together with both hands, and some of the fat was clearly encircled in the girl's hands.

The girl let go of her hands and turned sideways to the mirror, tilting her head sideways and looking at her left arm in the mirror, where the girl held her left upper hand with her right hand. But the girl didn't quite grasp it.

Immediately afterward, the girl looked down at her legs. The girl bent down and placed the middle finger of her left hand against her middle finger of her right, encircling her thigh, and the two thumbs were still a little distance away from touching.

The girl straightened up, leaned weakly on her back, and exhaled deeply.

The girl faced the mirror again.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I recalled the weight number I weighed in the morning.

46.7。

Ninety-three .4 pounds, 1.62 meters tall.

The girl knows that this is already the standard of "thin". But whenever the girl looks at herself in the mirror, she never knows whether she is "thin" or "fat".

Or maybe a girl can't tell what is "thin" and what is "fat".

Whenever the girl looked at herself sitting, two layers of fat bulged. The thighs spread out on the chair. The flesh of one's chin that you can clearly feel when you bury your head.

The girl always feels that she is still a complete "fat man".

Because girls don't know if those "thin people" have chin meat, whether they have two layers of fat on their stomachs, whether their upper arms will be thicker, and whether their thighs will spread out into a puddle when they sit.

None of these girls know.

So, the first thing a girl does every morning when she opens her eyes is to stand on a scale and measure her weight.

Only these numbers can give the girl enough security, and only when she sees these numbers will the girl completely believe that she is a real "thin person".

That's because of it.

Girls go from weighing themselves in the morning to weighing themselves after eating a little, or even when they don't eat anything.

Girls weigh themselves all the time.

The girl didn't want to torture herself like this, but the girl had no other way.

As soon as the girl is not standing on the scale, the girl will start to become anxious. The girl began to think crankily all day long, and it was difficult to sit still.

The girl would only be reassured if she stood on the scale and saw the numbers.

The girl gradually turned into an accessory tied to a weight machine.

But this is the only way to redeem the girl so far.

Only these numbers can comfort the girl's almost morbidly fragile mental state.