You wake up in the morning and hop up on the scale. Ana's looking over, waiting for you to fail. The numbers start flashing, you're more scared than you should. The number stops, you stare. Two pounds down, that's not good. You feel Ana's presence, her disapproving glare. Your hollow stomach grumbles, but now you just don't care. Another week of starving, counting your single meal. But when you have Ana around, she says that's the deal.
Anorexia is a real problem that kills. You always feel pressured to be the same size as everyone else and even though your brain knows you have to eat, your mind doesn't agree.