Ana

I hate you because you’re taking over me,

But I love you because you’re making me the girl I want to be.

Why do I love you when all you do is put me down?

Making me starve until I fit into the smallest gown,

with the loss of each pound I’m closer to my goal,

with your help I will make this broken girl whole.

Filled with fear at every bite of that cake,

counting calories and fearing how much I weigh,

 I am beginning to learn that you are here to stay.

My reflection has become something I fear,

I dread the time when I look into that mirror.

The pains in my stomach seem to never go away,

it grumbles with hunger while in bed I lay.

Every little bite of food I take in,

must come back up to make me thin,

if I disobey anything you tell me to do.