As she purged her meal for the umpteenth time, Brooke knew it was for a good cause. The only way she was going to win the beauty contest was to be the svelte doll that her boyfriend wanted her to be. The years of self-inflicted abuse had all been worth it.
This had been going on for longer than Brooke was willing to admit. The secretive method of cleansing her body of those fat particles had become a daily ritual for what seemed like forever. She was never going to be one of those overweight, plump women who enjoyed their wine and chocolate bonbons by the television each evening.
Brooke was where she belonged. Kneeling in front of the porcelain god christened Ralph, she offered up her personal sacrifice of food and drink to maintain her perfect weight and body. Holding her golden tresses back, Brooke relieved herself of the poison that plagued so many young ladies today. That would not be her.
Next door to the bathroom, the shrine remained behind closed doors. The array of Barbies from Brooke's past and present lay strewn across the closet where no one would find them. She knew they were there, beckoning to Brooke to stay strong, remain vigilant, and be the best, the thinnest doll in the world.