AnaAna's so pretty
Ana's so thin.
Her beauty's a gift
Her beauty's a sin.
Ana doesn't like the truth
Ana doesn't like to gain.
All she feels is hunger
All she feels is pain.
Ana looks at the mirror
Ana looks at the lie.
She wants to be loved,
She wants to die.
Ana's so stupid
Ana's so dumb.
So sorry she's fat
So sorry she's numb.
Ana can't feel to love,
Ana can't feet to hate.
Ana won't make the wrongs right,
Ana won't make it past the gate.
This is AnaDear Reader,
So, you want to be skinny? I don't blame you. You're the fattest human being I've ever seen. I honestly don't know why you let yourself live. I have a lot of work to do, so you'd better listen up and follow every single instruction I give you.
Food makes you fat. Calories are your natural enemy. Think you're hungry? Think again. You want to put something in that tummy of yours? Not while I'm here. Eating is for people with no self-control. You're better than that, I hope. What defines us as people? Will power. Show some. Put down that fork. Do you really need to eat dinner? You can pass on breakfast and lunch, too. Look in the mirror. What do you see? Fat. It's everywhere, spreading over your body like a disease. Why on earth would you need food when you have so much of it under your skin? Gluttony is as much a sin as it is repulsive. Let's not embarrass ourselves.
You know your boyfr
Ana and Mia
You fat, disgusting whore. Put that down.
The voice screams at you.
You put the forkful of Chinese food into your mouth.
What the hell? You disgust me. Go to the bathroom. NOW.
You stay put, staring at the food.
You start to count all of the green peas in the pork fried rice.
You got to twenty, before you were pushing tears back.
You're just going to get fatter sitting here.
You stare at the plate.
You figure how many calories you've eaten in the past week.
You're at 1,000 including this lunch.
Today please. You lazy, fat, ugly ass bitch
You flag the waitress over.
You pay and take the leftovers home.
You pull over on the way home.
Good. I thought you were ignoring me.
You started crying as you got out of the car.
The freezing rain pelted you, as you walked over to the guard rail.
You positioned your fingers in your throat to make you purge.
The rain pelted your back, as you leaned over the guard rail.
Don't stop now.
You watched your lun