I stepped on the scale. Bright and early in the morning as soon as my mom left for work.
50kg it read. I smiled too myself. Wow. I lost so much in only two months. I felt so proud.
My friends complimented me a lot more. I felt good. I wanted to keep going. I wanted to go Until I was lower than anyone. I wanted compliments. And I wanted them bad.
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Proana
PoetryA story about a girl who found out about ana through social media and became addicted. (kind based off me)
