But soon came the tremors, the gray pallor, the relentless fatigue she masked with a brittle smile. “It’s just detox,” she’d say, sipping her green juice, mistaking her body’s cries for proof that the plan was working. Those closest to her saw the warning signs. She saw only weakness.
3. When Control Turns Cruel
By the time she admitted something was wrong, her reflection was a stranger’s — hollowed eyes, fragile frame, life flickering like a candle in wind. The hospital machines hummed where her heartbeat once thrived. Doctors fought to repair what months of deprivation had destroyed. In the end, the regimen meant to heal her body silenced it forever.
