I want to be skinny. I need to be thin. Fat is disgusting. It hides the real me. It hides what I want to see when I look in the mirror, my bones. Every time I skip a meal and say no to food I am saying yes to being thin. I am saying yes to ana. She is rewarding me. Every time I exercise, every time I starve, she is eating my fat. She is consuming me till I disappear and I'm the person I want to be. Lighter and happier. Feeling faint and weak is good. Its one step closer to my goal weight. Life is a number game. My happiness today depends on what I see when I step on the scales. When people start to worry, I am on the right track. I am following the yellow brick road and ana is guiding me.If I loose my way shes there, telling me to stop. She is protecting me from the dangers of food. She is preventing me from FAT. But when I finally look in the mirror and like what I see it will be to late. She will have consumed me. I will disappear like I wanted, a figure of despair and depression. Alone and isolated. Ana isn't my friend she is my enemy but I can't stop now. I want to eat but I can't. I want to be skinny more than I want any piece of chocolate. It is to late for me, I am gone but it isn't to late for you. Ana wrecks your life.