I felt so alone No one seemed to care I went for a walk And thought about calories That was odd for me Then You came And pushed my food away You told me you'd make me perfect Your name was Ana You put me through hell Made me question everyone And every little freaking thing I started to obsess Over the number on the scale I stopped eating food And started eating numbers I had to punish myself When I went even a decimal Of a calorie Over my limit That's what you trained me to do You sentenced me to the gym Made me lie to my family And even my friends Put me in a hospital But still I loved you And honestly, I still do I won't stop counting calories I had at most, 1194 today while only burning 1500 evil little calories I might drop an ounce But I'll keep working Because I have you My dear friend Ana The only one who cares
So, this is a letter to Ana, also known as Anorexia, which is something that's been a part of my life for awhile. As I count calories, I know she's there, beckoning me on. I know I can do anything and everything through her. She's my best friend, and my worst enemy.