Ana

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