It was a normal Sunday afternoon.
My husband and I on our way to BJ's.
That is when I saw her.
She was running on the side of the road, just inches away from my passenger window.
She was all sinew and bone with skin around it.
Her running shorts and tank top revealing how little food she must consume.
It was her face though, it was her face as she ran that still haunts me, more so than the food deprived frame.
With each step forward her face contorted with pain.
It was almost an agony.
Yet she kept on running.
She ran and I wonder what it is she was running from or hoping to run to.