She looked out of place somehow, <br />at the diagnostic clinic, <br />surrounded by all those withered, empty faces. <br /> <br />What could be wrong <br />with this enchanting girl <br />whose body could bend like plasticine? <br /> <br />'I suppose we can tell Allie? <br />We're here for a bone density scan. <br />Georgie's got an eating disorder.' <br /> <br />So that's why she stopped the classes... <br />I took her thin cool hands in mine, <br />'How are you? ' <br /> <br />She looked fragile <br />and small - like a windflower. <br />'All over the place, really...' <br /> <br />Last year she danced the moon <br />(with a huge white balloon) <br />light as tissue paper. <br /> <br />She'd seemed so self-assured <br />and confident, <br />so gracefully alive. <br /> <br />How easily one can be fooled <br />by bright laughter <br />and sparkling eyes...<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/georgie-2/