I'm pretty sure I've seen this same woman walking around Toluca Lake, and I gotta say I do not understand this mind set:
I must look like a skeleton, except for the balloons on my chest.
I have a body image that propels me to the brink of starvation, and yet I like to appear in public in some turquoise short-shorts and a pretty floral visor.
This picture came attached to a forwarded email (thanks Alex) which made reference to "old age" being a bitch or something, but ya know, I bet this woman is in her forties, at most.
Anorexia does that to you.
Christ, how does anyone's self-image get this fucked up?