❝ You can never be too thin. ❞ book one in the mental illnesses series

"Who are you" I was studying her face. Her slim, pale, porcelain face that was beautifully outlined by her long, gorgeous black hair. She had large, ice blue eyes that screamed "Beauty" and her soft pink lips were barely parted when she said her name. "Ana, my names Ana"

It's May now. The spring flowers are slowly blooming and I'm slowly dying. I sleep most of my days away. I've given up on my classes. I'm simply too hungry to focus on anything else. I can't remember the last time I've eaten. My friends are gone, my mum is afraid of me, my brothers are terrified. Just the other day, the youngest one, Isaiah, cried to me on the phone and he told me something. He's scared. He doesn't sleep anymore because he has nightmares of me. Dying. Every. Single. Time. I can't remember the last time I've eaten. And as I lay in bed tonight, I'm simply wondering if maybe this is it. If this is the night that I, Don't. Wake. Up. Thanks to @bastille for the lovely cover!

September 1, 2012. My mum had me young. Really young. She wanted a barbie but she got a baby because she had no idea how condoms worked and before she knew it she had put on 2 stone and everyone was calling her a whore, she was privately educated and played lacrosse, she was a ballet dancer, she had a lot going for her. She didn't get the daughter she wanted, I came out chubby and I stayed chubby, so she would show me her favorite doll, her name was Miranda and she was really skinny. " I wish you looked more like Miranda," she would say and every time she would introduce me in public I swear there was a hint of humiliation in her voice. My eating disorder started with my mum.

All she wanted was to be was happy. She just wanted to be accepted. She wanted to be like the other girls. But would that be enough? • • • This is the diary of a young teen who encounters Ana and Mia.