"Pro-ana," Katy whispered, in school assembly.
That evening, Grace typed the words into the search engine of her computer. She had taken her first tentative steps towards self destruction.
The websites were frequented by kindred spirits. Grace had found her new home.
When she hit puberty, Grace slammed her body into reverse gear and floored the accelerator. Eventually, her periods stopped.
She would look at herself in the mirror every morning and see a fat, ugly girl. Her self-image had disintegrated.
Grace died two days before her fourteenth birthday, her emaciated body weighed less than her parents grief.