Dear Ana

Pro Ana Anonymous

I have a friend named Ana

Who gets inside my head.

She doesn’t like it when I eat

And puts sad thoughts in my head.

I forget about her every morning

And that’s when I’m the happiest

But throughout the day she’s in my head

And reminds me I’ll never be the best.

I have a friend named Ana

Who makes me feel bad for eating

She hides me in baggy clothes

And when I eat, gives me emotional beatings.

She tells me there is a way

A way for me to be thin.

She tells me if I put down the food

I can look good in anything.

She promised me hip bones

And promised me boys.

She promised me popularity

And promised me poise.

All I’ve gotten so far

Is thin hair and weak nails

Instead of being able to play sports

She’s turned me so so frail.

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