I'm not crazy.
Yes, you are.
No! I'm not.
Stop lying. Everyone knows you're a big, FAT, liar.
"I can't take this!"
It's not my fault Ana made this!
I am Ana.
I am Mia.
Yes, you are.
You are us.
I am fat.
Yes.
Arguing with myself.
No. Arguing with Them.
I was thin.
Was.
I was Pretty.
Was.
But it wasn't enough.
That's how I got here.
They brought me here... Ana and Mia.
We do that.
You subccumbed to us.
Failed to fight us.
They were right.
It was all me.
Not them.
They made me beautiful...
But these doctors want to take that away from me.
I didn't like to eat.
Who would?
This body was not formed by eating food.
And when I had to eat, I would see my food again.
Never letting it settle.
Mia would let me eat.
But she wouldn't let it settle. .
Ana doesn't like food.
So I didn't eat.
Pretty Girls don't eat.
They used to tell me that.
They don't hang around now that i'm away.
So closely watched.
Forced to eat and keep it down.
Disgusting.
I was loosing sight of my hipbones.
My hipbones.
I worked for those.
3 years of no food pays off doesn't it.
It did. The thigh gap was amazing.
The sight of my collar bones were beautiful.
But now..
"I was 11. When it all started, just about your age. The girls in my class were so much smaller than I was. I craved their size. So, I took matters into my own hands." I paused looking to the girl I was speaking to. She was so small. So defensless. My eyes felt wet. 'No crying...Only fat whales cry...' The faint thoughts bothered me. But i was stronger.
"Anorexia is a bad problem. I used to call it Ana. For a while I thought she was my friend. My savior. I was wrong. Bulimia is a problem that I also sufffered with for a long time. I called her- I mean It Mia. They ruined my childhood don't let them hurt you." I stood up and walked out of the white hospital room. The same one I was put in when I was a patient...
