Juliet slips inside and locks the door.

She tiptoes across the room until she stands in front of the giant mirror. Heart pounding, she turns left, right, breathes in, breathes out - inspects herself.

"Tania's right," she whispers.

Her gaze drops to the floor and the true object of her quest, the scales. She crosses her fingers and then gets on. A moment later her nails dig into her palm.

"Sixty-three kilograms?" she says, half-wailing, and louder than she meant to.

A voice calls from outside - young, imperious, but oh so knowing. "Muscle weighs more than fat, you realise."