She wakes up every morning, no emotion in sight. She gets out of bed, going through the motions her mind has set over time. She believes she's happy, occupying her mind with the television and books. She looks down at her breakfast and thinks, is it too much ? 

She tried to stay out of everyone's way, deciding it would be best to keep to herself. She fears hearing her family say, 'When will you lose weight? You're too fat' when she didn't really think so at all. 

She goes to the mirror, taking a long look at herself. She contemplates for a while, thinking they were right. She goes to the bathroom, and remembers why things are hard for her. She sits down. She cries. She's quiet. 

She prays, though not often, asking God to help her. She reminds herself she needs some faith, it's not like everything in her life is too bad. She has a family, she has a home. She's going to college to make a better life for herself. 

She gets angry, she screams. She yells at everyone in-between her room and the door. She breaks down once more. 

She has a journal, she writes "I must starve myself so everything can be right". She knows in reality that isn't the right way, but still, in her mind she wants to try anyway. 

She goes out with her friends. She tries to seem happy, though inside she's begging for someone to see how she truly feels. She plays around, feeling like shes playing the part. She goes home, anger fills her up. 

She heads to sleep, she's feeling pain once again. She avoids her family, not wanting to be in another fight. 

She goes through the same routine over and over again. She wants to find a way to feel true peace with herself again. 

She picks up a paper. She picks up a pen. She writes down her thoughts. She tucks it under her bed. 

She look on the ground, that's where her book was. She looks at it and smiles. 

She sees the things she creates, though it may not be the best. She knows in her mind that it was all she could do back then. She decides not to give up. She decided to pick a thing. She decided to draw, to keep her mind off things. 

She allows her mind to focus, she allows her mind to be at rest. She allows herself to let go. She just want her mind to forget. 

She concentrates, and she wins. She stops to take a look, 'look at what I've made'. 

She then chose the colors she wants to use. She wanted to make her artwork look cool. 

She finishes, after hours of work. She sits back, she smiles. She's finally happy. 

She goes out and shows her family what she's done. Shes relieved to see her family happy with what she's done. 

She goes to her room and smiles herself asleep.