I’m fat. I’m a fat pig.
I need to lose the weight.
Every diet I’ve tried never worked.
All but one.
Starvation. Starvation is the key.
My best friend, Ana, comforts me.
She say’s she’ll make me skinny. Thin.
She say’s she’ll help me see my collar bones and my ribs
and have dainty limbs.
She comforts me whenever I don’t eat.
But, she can be mean, hostel toward me when I binge.
“I can’t believe you ate that! Look at all the calories! Look at all the carbs!”
My stomach bloats and I feel like I’ve gained 10 pounds.
“You’ll never be thin! You’ll never reach your goal weight. So, starve bitch! Starve!”
She screams at me till I feel small and helpless.
Only when I don’t eat do I feel encouraged and lifted up.
“Look at you! I’m so proud of you! You’ll be thin in no time!
Keep it up! You’re losing so much weight!
You’re beautiful when you have an empty stomach! Absolutely gorgeous!”
My best friend, Ana, comforts me.
I have a love-hate relationship with her. Toxic and exciting.
She coaches me. She’s harsh. And loves me all at the same time.
“We’ll do this together.” She says.
But, I can never get rid of her. She’s here to stay.
My best friend, Ana, will be with me till I’m six feet deep in my grave.

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