Camelia sat down in front of the mirror. She looked at herself and traced her fingers along her features. Her cheeks looked like they were becoming gaunt, she realised. She followed the lines of her cheekbone with a fingertip, inspecting it closely. It seemed definately more gaunt than it had been some time ago.<br/><br/>The red-haired woman stood up from the chair and lifted the short dress over her head, standing now in just her underwear. Her hands wandered down her body, feeling her soft tattooed skin. She turned sideways and sucked in her breath. She could see her ribs clearly as she did this and her stomach pulled in enough to outline the bottom of her ribcage a bit. Camelia was sure her behind had gotten smaller. Her hand stroked her butt, squeezing the flesh slightly.<br/><br/>Camelia sighed deeply, shaking her head. She was becoming too thin, definately. No wonder they all stayed so far away from her, it was her own fault. The woman once again stared into the mirror as she took a piece of cloth and poured some lotion onto it. Slowly, she wiped the black watery lines away from her cheeks, erasing any proof from her inner feelings coming out. Nobody would see her weakness, she had decided. Nobody.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>