Samantha and Ana sitting in the tree

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Everyday she laughs, walks, and talks.

Her friends just see her as a walking Barbie doll.

If she wasn't lucky, or smart, she never would've got caught

What a truly dumb blonde she was, but I knew. I have always known

She counts her calories at lunch, hoping no one notices.


"I think that they put too much ranch on this salad" she thinks out loud as she pushes it away

But I was watching (and I'm impressed), she purposely put too much ranch on her own salad.

She let herself starve for the rest of the day

Tragic really, poor Joey was really hungry and just happened to notice her

Bones and fat

He notice the struggle- no battle - going on inside her head. 


Who am I?

Why I'm the person who is always watching!

Now to some I am known as a disease

To others I am known as a killer

But to those who are most important

Those who can handle my, much needed, tough love

Those who strive to do what I say

To live by my rules

I am know as a Savior

I am known as Ana.


I really like it.

The little nickname they picked out for me

I'm sure they hate to love me, yet love to hate me

But hey, don't we all have that person?


I lurk in the shadows, growing skinnier, yet stronger, each day.

Self restraint and strength is what I demand

That "Barbie" girl is going to drop 20 more pounds

The jock pushing himself, thinking "I can only succeed if I am stronger"-but between you and me

That's more of my sister Mia's work

I watch and help at night, she shows up occasionally

We coax you back into the safety of being skinny


Your thighs touch

Your stomach jiggles when you walk

I can't see your hip bones

Don't stop till your ribs and collarbones show

If that means throwing up do it

If that means exercising till you pass out do it

If that means skipping meals do it

If that means you have to do all of these things do it


You know me more than you'd like to

I will come and invade your life, making every decision for you

You'll thank me later when you finally die from my deadly disease

Anorexia and Bulimia do kill those who fall victim to them

But at least you're skinny by the end of it! 

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