Her name was Ana and she strode into my life
She promised to be my best friend,
she promised she would make me pretty,
she promised she would never leave.

Her name was Ana and I let her in,
I wanted a best friend,
I wanted to be pretty,
I wanted someone who would never leave.

Her name was Ana and her work began.
She wrapped cold ice fingers around me neck,
She sucked me into an abyss,
She lead me through starvation, nightmare, pain.

Her name was Ana and she loved watching me die.
She tore me from what mattered,
She made herself my obsession,
She made spiteful, sickening screams.

Her name was Ana and she coated me in virtual fat.
Fat on my arms, though it was skin
Fat on my legs, though it was muscle
Fat and thickness that apparently only she could remove.

Her name was Ana and when she didnt scream,she whispred:
Starvation will cure all that is impure,
Starvation will make you pretty,
Starvation will make you loved.

Her name was Ana and she wouldnt let go so I called up an army of friends and angels
We kicked her,
We screamed at her,
We pushed her away.

Her name was Ana and she finally walked out.
sometimes she appears but that's when I tell her about my new best friend.

His name is Jesus.
He is greater than Ana,
He is stronger than Ana,
He is better than Ana.

His name is Jesus.
He is my friend,
He made me pretty,
He will never leave.

(If you are struggling with an eating disorder you deserve help. Tell someone. you shouldn't face this alone. You are stronger than whatever you are facing!🔥)
#eatingdisorders


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