She's Back.
High school's a bitch.
Girls walk around with low rise Levi's and crop tops, and I swear I can hear Ana whispering.
"You need me."
She's right, I do.
So I let her back into my head.
I let her back into my life.
I let her take over my mind,
Filling it with constant calculations,
excuses to tell.
But you know what?
I need it. I crave it. It's like I can't breathe or function without it.
This week hasn't been good.
I've been eating around 600 calories or less a day,
avoiding suspicion as best as I can.
Not good enough.
I can feel her disappointment. I can feel her critical eyes watching me every time I shower,
or get dressed in the mornings.
I can feel the disgust every time we look in the mirror.
I'll prove her wrong.
I'll show her I'm worthy of her praise.
Worthy of wearing low rise Levi's and crop tops.
Starting tomorrow morning, I'm fasting again.
She'll see.
No comments:
Post a Comment