~Ana's Perspective~
She was a thin girl. I never told her that of course. But she was on her way to being beautiful. She would've died before pleasing me, though. Zero is the only acceptable number.
She quit. She let go because she believed I wasn't good for her anymore. Wanted to be "healthy". Thought that it was better for her, and tried to make herself believe that she didn't care about her weight.
So she gained. And gained. Until she had a BMI testing at her school that completely broke her down. The scale said 115. I heard her think,
"I gained 18 pounds. No, this can't be. 18. Whole. Fucking. Pounds. You pig!"
It was practically asking for me back. That night I heard her begging.
"Ana, if you're listening, I need you."
She was crying at this point.
"I got fat again. How could I do this to myself?"
You lost your control. Without me, you are nothing.
"You helped me. I let you down and pushed you away. I'm so sorry."
Damn right you should be, fatass.
"If you'll help me, I would be so thankful. I'll be careful this time."
"Ana?"
"Let me know you're there."
"Please!"
More tears.
That morning I let her know.
She was getting in the shower, inspecting herself in the mirror.
"Look at how you jiggle. Stop eating, you don't deserve food."
At this, she just smiled. She knew we would make a good team again.
Just
like
before.
