She always wanted to be skinny, being around all her bone-thin friends Suddenly; she was convinced that in her mind, she was FAT. Starting her road to anorexia.

Slowly, her inability to be "thin" began to torture her. She found herself in competition against herself. Her mind became obsessed with beating her body in this game. Every meal she skipped, she felt good of herself.

In the beginning, she felt great. Like she was finally going to fit in. What she didn't see is that she was slowly killing herself.

People around her began to notice her weight loss. The comments held a tone of concern. "You're losing too much weight." "You're so thin!" "You'll die if you keep this up."

She didn't even mind if she died cause to be honest, she was not happy anyway. 'You told me that I would die and I'm thinking you said that to me a week ago and I'm not dead now am I? And I have lost even more weight.'

People at school were saying she was already skinny but she wanted to see it for herself. And once she stopped eating, she still couldn't see it. Others say she's freakishly skeletal but she doesn't see it at all.

When she steps on the scales and see she has not loss weight, she just sort of thinks 'you're a failure. How could you lose so little weight at such a long space of time?'

It got to the point where she no longer went out with friends. She couldn't- if she went out to dinner, what would she eat? She avoided their phone calls. If they wanted to go to the movies or just hang out at home, she couldn't be there. What if there was food around? Otherwise, she thought she was failing. Everything revolved around her strict schedule of eating. She was embarrassed to eat in front of anyone, believing that they would think she was fat.

Then one night, like so many other nights before, she couldn't sleep. And her heart felt as though it might beat its way out of her chest. She tried to relax, but she couldn't. The beating became so rapid that she could no longer breathe. Her family, somehow sensing her need, rushed her to the hospital, beginning the long road to her recovery. It took doctors, nurses, nutritionists, therapists, medications, and food supplements… and most important, a new sense of what was really true about her to get back on track with reality.

1 month later

She stood in front of the mirror, examining herself. She saw a girl with a healthy body, someone with a loving family and friends. Then she knew it. "I am already perfect. As perfect as I'll ever be," Dylan said, smiling at her reflection.