Anorexia Nervosa

I met this girl named Ana,

She was with me every day.

I met this girl named Ana,

She always wanted to stay.

Ana was so perfect,

She was skinny and blonde.

Ana was so perfect,

Perky, sweet and loveable.

Ana was always better,

She always made me feel bad about myself.

Ana was always better,

She made me start skipping meals.

One meal,

That’s how it starts.

    Two meals,

That’s the next step she

Made me take.

Three meals,

I stopped eating completely.

I wanted Ana to leave,

But she refused.

I wanted Ana to leave,

But when I mentioned her leaving she yelled,

The yells pierced my ears  like arrows through flesh.

Harsh names thrown at me like foam dodge balls in a middle school P.E. class.

PIG!

       FATSO!

LARD SACK!

FATTY CAKES!

    That’s when I began to feel small..

Ana tore me apart,

I finally got the courage to ask for help.

Ana tore me apart,

And when she realized what I was doing it only got worse.

3 months,

Eating plans and supervised meals.

3 months,

Couldn’t use the bathroom for an hour after each meal.

I got better,

I went home after gaining back 40 pounds.

I got better,

I no longer heard from Ana.

Every now and then,

I have urges to look for Ana and ask her how she’s been.

Every now and then,

I have to go back and remind myself what she did to me.