Ana

"I've seen this girl called Ana,

She's pretty, thin and tall,

She has the smallest frame I've seen,

And not one single flaw.

I've met this girl called Ana,

She introduced herself today,

She seemed so very nice at first,

And says she wants to stay.

I know this girl named Ana,

She's so perfect and it's true,

I'm so fat compared to her,

But she'll make me skinny too.

I'm friends with this girl called Ana,

I've started eating less,

Hating the person in the mirror,

My life's become a mess.

My best friend is a girl named Ana,

I want her to always stay,

All my other friends have left,

But she will never stray.

The only one I listen to is Ana,

She's so smart and full of advice,

I'm starting to get smaller,

My health is the only sacrifice.

I'm scared of this girl called Ana,

I can't get her out of my head,

It finally occurred to me,

That Ana wants me dead.

I hate this girl named Ana,

She makes my life a Hell,

Someone hear my silent screams,

'Cause she won't let me tell.

My worst enemy is this girl called Ana,

She's a demon in my head,

She seemed so nice at first,

But I was so mislead.

I'm a prisoner to this girl named Ana,

I'm  captive to her will,

I can't help but do what she says,

How can I be so fat still?

My murderer is this girl named Ana,

She starved me to my grave,

My heart finally stopped beating,

I couldn't continue being brave."

The church bells struck twelve times as the hundreds of people around me cheered and tapped their drinks against each others. As the beginning of a new year dawned, I looked down at the fat pouring out of my unflatteringly tight dress and cursed under my breath. I couldn't go any longer as "the fat girl". Things were going to change. I looked around at the masses of model-worthy bodies surrounding me, and promised myself that this would be the year. I would become skinny.