I met a girl named Ana
I've heard she ruins lives
She wouldn't let me eat an apple
Peach, or pudding pie

She asked to come in
Said she'd make me thin
I said "sounds great!"
She said "No eating at 8"

Next day came
Ana told me "no breakfast"
I said "okay"
"I'm too fat anyway"

Lunch came around
My tummy rumbled
But Ana reminded me
I need to lose weight

We decided to exercise
While jogging laps, Ana taught me:
"Exercise and you'll get fit,
Eat food and you'll get fat"

Dinner rolled around
I said I wasn't hungry
I was starting to enjoy 
The empty feeling in my tummy

Skipping meals became a habit
At this point,
It wasn't even intentional
It just happened

Ana moved out 
One week ago
Said I was doing 
Well on my own

In fact one day someone asked
"Are you Ana?"
Surprised I replied
" No! Of course not, I'm far too fat"

How could they mix up Ana and I?
She's so much more skinny
And ten times as pretty
Yet again and again I was asked

"Are you Ana?"
Still surprised I replied
"No! Of course not!"
"I'm far too fat"

People start telling me I'm skinny
I cry because I know it's a lie
No matter how much I try
I'll never be her

So skinny and pretty
Petite and small
I was told I need help because
They still think I'm Ana

"I'M NOT ANA!!" I screamed
Hurt by their cruel tricks
To make me think I'm not fat
I've done all that she said

Yet I look in the mirror
And what do I see?
A pig. A cow. Fat, fat, fat.
I leave the mirror, disgusted.

I sit on my bed and think for a few 
I hate myself
I hate my body
I hate my life 

I ponder my life
I ponder my choices
I ponder my habits
I go back to the mirror

I see it now
I see her
I see Ana staring back at me
I have became her

But this is no good thing
My bones are showing
From underneath my skin
My body aches from malnutrition 

Ana destroyed me
I call up a friend and ask for help
She knows Ana, she's met her 
She knows how to be rid of her

Slowly but surely
I put my life back together
Now I am
Fully recovered

Recently though
Ana tried to return
It took everything I had
But I be rid of her for good

She no longer visits
I won't let her
Why am I telling you?
Its simple really

I was you and
You will be me
I've told you my recovery story
Now it's your turn to tell yours