“Nobody can see themself properly.” Rhian watched her sister glaring at the mirror. “I promise you look fine.”
Bryony twisted her torso, trying to make her belly disappear. The extra inches just moved to her hips, and then onto her thighs. “Urgh. I’m disgusting.”
Rhian wrapped her arms around her sister’s emaciated frame. “No more mirrors,” she said. “Let’s go get ice cream!”
“I ate already.”
Rhian remembered her sister taking an hour over a single cracker at breakfast. Then she thought about what Dr Sarah had said. Pamper her.
“OK,” she said, grabbing her makeup box. “Makeover time.”