My mom doesn't believe you're real, Ana.
She doesn't believe you plague my everyday life
'why are you counting calories, trying to be less of a pig?'
Mother
That hurts
When you call me those horrid names
Stop, and listen.
Don't you hear Ana whispering promises of being skinnier and prettier?
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 9:46 AM UTC
My mom doesn't believe you're real, Ana.
She doesn't believe you plague my everyday life
'why are you counting calories, trying to be less of a pig?'
Mother
That hurts
When you call me those horrid names
Stop, and listen.
Don't you hear Ana whispering promises of being skinnier and prettier?
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