Ena stood before the mirror, her reflection almost unrecognizable. Her face had become sharp, her body slimmer than ever, yet something inside her felt empty.

It all started a couple of months ago when she realized how much attention her looks received online, far more than her art. The likes on her selfies outnumbered the comments on her drawings, and the obsession began.

At first, it was just small changes—cutting calories, running longer, and refusing to eat her favorite cheesecake with her friends. But soon, it was all she thought about. Each pound lost seemed like a victory, yet with each victory, she felt more detached from herself. Her art, her true passion, faded into the background as she focused only on the number on the scale. Her brother, Akito, had been watching her. He didn’t need to say anything to notice the change. He saw it in the way she looked at herself, in the way she seemed less confident, more distant. He could sense that the weight she was losing wasn’t just physical.

One day, as she stared at herself in the mirror, trying to push away the gnawing feeling of emptiness, she whispered to herself.

“Maybe I’m not okay.”