9This is not based on my experiences or anyone that I know. It is merely what I think battling anorexia, a personified disease, would be like.
Hello, Mom. I'm home!
I brought my friend
Her name is Ana
Have you met her before?
Ana's a beauty
With her porcelain skin
Her rose-colored lips
That twist into a saucy little smile
She's perfect, she's lovely
And I love her to death
She's my pal, my friend, my buddy
She even sits with me at lunch
But sometimes I don't like it
She's not always nice during lunch
She tells me that I'm too fat
Not perfect enough, can't get a boyfriend
Ana hates it when I eat
I try not to because I always want to please her
But I have to eat sometimes
I don't want to pass out
Mom, can you do me a favor?
Tell Ana we can't be friends anymore