Dear Skinny Girl at the Gym,
You don’t know me. I don’t know you.
I’ve seen you at the gym only a couple times and…I’m worried. Health is a wonderful thing, but I can’t help wondering if you’re taking it too far. I could hold your ankle with one hand and have my fingers touch. Same with your wrists, upper arms, and possibly your knees. Two hands for your thighs.
I admire your dedication. I wish I could go at my physical exercise like you, but…
I imagine you were beautiful and healthy, and something made you think you were fat or unhealthy. Now you are nearly skeletal, and that isn’t pretty.
I’m just assuming in the end, but I can’t help it. Please seek help if you need it.
Sincerely,
A Stranger who Cares