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The Day I Met 'Ana' (anorexia)

The day I met Ana

Is the day I died.

They day I met Ana

I thought I would survive.

20 pounds to go.

To look like a pro

Ten pounds to go

Are my bones starting to show.

500 the first

400 the next

The calories went down like the fat on my chest.

I started to feel dizzy.

Empty inside.

I started to feel happy

Thinner with more pride.

One bone here.

Another bone there.

My heart was stopping.

It couldn't be more clear.

But Ana loves me.

She'll never stray.

No matter how many go,

I know she's here to stay.

It might cost me health.

It might cost me my life.

But id rather die than be fat.

Skinny is my dream tonight.

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Written by
selena-burke
Published
May 5, 2014
Lines·Words
27·127
Notes

I'm still battling anorexia. Nothing matters to me but to be skinny.

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#ana#mia#anorexia#selfhate
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