Ana is pretty and thin.
She doesn’t let the calories win.
I’m just ugly and fat.
And Ana doesn’t let me forget about that.
She makes comments about what I can fix.
"Those dresses are made for girls like sticks".
"Your boyfriend dumped you because you’re thick".
And because of that, I’m sick.
I count calories like one more will hurt me,
I want more food but I end up letting it be.
Ana yells and screams I’ll always be fat
But I try my hardest to not be like that.
So I count til I can’t think
And wonder if I really should call that shrink.
I exercise until I pass out
And hear Ana shout.
I don’t want to be fat but I don’t want her to win.
I know I’ll end up bones and skin.
Eventually Ana will help me into a box without a sound
As I get buried six feet underground.
