Can't get the girls words out of my mind so I wrote how she looked like.

Her skin stretched against her skin, but it wouldn't fit the whole way. Her skin was so tight that it forced her bones to poke through, and the close fit of how close it was to her was her comfort. So instead of asking for a bigger size, she tried to make it fit, by refusing the fundamentals of calories. Her mouth puckered out, as her cheekbones refused to stay in line. Each time she moved her fingers, they ripped through her skin. In her head this was beautiful, in her head this wasn't enough. She still needed to be small enough to fit through the door to wonderland. If she sampled the cookies she'd grow too big to fit through, so all she'd do was drink the liquid until she was small enough to escape.