The needle: silver, gleaming, tapering down to nothing, a tiny funnel for gold sliding into my leg. I can feel it! a tickle in my throat a lower voice a few tufts fall from my head, I don't mind a new hairline. My muscles strengthen, my shoulders widen suddenly everything is lighter. fat moves, smaller hips making a little tummy that I will run off tomorrow. My face changes, slightly but enough. I look in the mirror, finally seeing myself for the first time. I imagine this again. everyday for another two years.