She began to pace back and forth across the tiled floor. "It’s about saying,
‘I will control what I eat, what I look like, how I behave. The world is
swirling around me, out of control, but I have this. I am master of my physical 
form.’" She stopped and rested her hands against a sink, looked at her face in
the mirror. Her voice became raspy, unearthly. "You can die of control. You can
master your body so well you just die. Perfect control. Nothing left to go 
wrong."