carol heard her name being called , and stood to follow the nurse into the appointed waiting room.after being weighed and providing her arm for the nurse to cuff , carol sat in the flimsy paper dress.she looked down at her small body.her best current attribute was her tiny waist and thin frame.it was a battle she had fought all her life , cycling between a size eight and a size twelve.her lifes mission was to stay thin , although there had been numerous times in the past when she had been on the losing side of that battle.currently , she was a small person with a very large attitude.carol could see her reflection in the waiting room mirror and gazed at her shoulder-length , curly brown hair framing tired blue eyes.her youthful face was slowly fading and she could feel the weight of the world on her five foot two inch frame.was the change in her appearance due to age or stress ? she didnt know the answer to that question , but hoped it was the latter.the alternative meant that her youth was coming to an end .