She weighs 39 kilograms and is 1.6 metres tall. Her skin is pale but not totally because there are areas that rarely feel soap or water. Those patches, beyond her cuffs, collars and hems, are grubby, grey and would benefit from a brillo pad scrub. Her toes have wide spaces between them where there should be some flesh with nails growing at odd angles and screaming for attention by thrusting themselves against her socks, drilling holes. She has long hairs on her legs, probably Mother Nature’s attempt to keep her warm in the absence of subcutaneous fat. Her buttocks are concave, her rib cage hangs over her lower body and we can’t resist counting, just to check that the numbers of pairs are as we have been led to believe. Her breasts have dropped back to pre-puberty but with dark hairs around her nipples. The beauty therapist has waxed away every strand from her underarms leaving red sore areas. Her complexion is acneed and the circles like twin black eyes threaten to paint themselves down her entire cheeks.