My Dear Friend Ana

Here meet my dear friend Ana; you’ll take to her I swear.

And once you two start talking, she’ll always be there.

Helping you resist, to push calories away.

Whispering in your ear, demanding you obey.

 

Her dancing fingers bring relief, even as you choke for air.

You look out through her eyes, a constant compare.

She says the only thing that matters is number that you weigh.

Here meet my dear friend Ana.

 

Every single bite becomes an agonizing affair.

Ana drags you through each day, pulling by your thinning hair.

Insomnia, fatigue, teeth beginning to decay

Fainting, dehydration, prices Ana seduces you to pay.

Here meet my dear friend Ana.

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