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She picks up her umbrella,
Heads out for the day
She walks out into the shade
No light will touch her translucent skin today.  

Sweat wetting her black attire
as her body shrinks.
All of the fat she needs
melting away.

The wick.. almost gone.
A star in the room of her mind.  ( I'm thinking these two lines go with the last two of the previous stanza, meaning her body is a candle, fat melting like wax, and her spirit is the wick with the flame  about to go out.  If so,then maybe you  could make the connection clearer:
All of the fat she needs is melting away; the wick, almost gone,is a star in the room of her mind).

It is so far away, barely flickering.

She knows she is a skeleton.  
She knows she must eat.
But she would rather disappear.
The stigma eats her away.

An affliction of the mind?
She doesn't know how to turn it off.
A train station in her mind.
These racing thoughts.

So she walks.
The ocean stretches, reaching for her shoes.
She imagines washing her body
the way she washes her tools

She can feel eyes piercing through her.  
Eyes in her mind. (Paranoid about her body/weight?)
Her perception of the world.  Her world.
A fragmented place.

Everyone picks her apart.
But they don't exist.  (Good description of paranoia)
A step forward, a few steps more.
The cold washes them into the abyss.

It doesn't silence her mind.  
But it muffles the trains. (I like this )
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Hi. I read this poem as being about a woman with an eating disorder and it's effect on her mind. It's well done. I've noted a few thoughts, above.  Thank you for the read of this. :-)  Grace