Dear Ana Rexia,
You. You are taking over myself. You are that voice inside my head. You are the part of me always telling me I'm not good enough.
I wanted to be just like you. And now, you've taken control of my life. Pushing me away from any food.
"You don't need food." You'd say.
"You need to exercise."
I was never good enough for you. Until pound by pound shed, but you never cared, did you? You wanted me dead.
And I can't stand you.
But I just can't escape from your evil ways. You have changed me; you have ruined me.
I hope you're happy.