My Friend Ana

My Friend Ana

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Summer Williams has developed an eating disorder. She feels as though she is not worthy of anyone's love, especially not her own. She believes her weight defines her, and the number on the scale is what makes her beautiful. She never used to be this way. She thought that she loved herself. She once believed she was worthy of being happy. Ana taught her differently. Ana taught her to be ashamed and to cover up her imperfections in order to look presentable. She never felt presentable though; especially when Ana was convincing her this was normal and that she didn't deserve happiness.
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Ana

Life as a child was amazing. Your weight didn't matter. Your clothes didn't matter. Your parents money didn't matter. All that mattered was who you were going to play with, but that's all gone now. My sister hates me, my mom has no time for me, and my dad, well he left me. My life has been one whirlwind after another. Except I'm content with it, till it all comes crashing down. Every television, billboard, and magazine is covered with models. Models that are supposed to be role models, for us. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect life. I have none of those things. All my life I've never cared that I was over weight, and didn't wear makeup. Who knew a boy could change all of that? That's when I decided to starve myself, force myself to look like the girls in the magazines. Who knew all I was doing was slowly killing myself? Life likes to play games, except my game is called Ana and I don't think I will survive. (unedited) Cover by: MadHatter_25

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