I found this poem a few days back on my old blog and it gives me goosebumps every time I read it. I wanted to share, because it explains the grips of an eating disorder well.
I’ve seen a girl called Ana,
She’s pretty, thin and tall,
She has the smallest frame I’ve seen,
And not one single flaw.
I’ve met a girl called Ana,
she introduced herself one day,
She seemed so very nice at first,
and said she wants to stay.
I’ve known this girl named Ana,
She’s so perfect and it’s true,
I’m fat compared to her,
But she’ll make me skinny too.
I’ve become friends with this girl named Ana,
I’ve started eating less,
Hating the person in the mirror,
My life’s become a mess.
My best friend is a girl named Ana,
I just want her to stay,
All my other friends have left,
But she will never stray.
I always listen to Ana,
She’s smart and full of advice,
I’m starting to get smaller,
my health is the only sacrifice.
I’m scared of this girl called Ana,
I can’t get her from my head,
It always occurred to me,
that Ana wants me dead.
I despise this girl called Ana,
She makes my life a hell,
Someone hear my silent screams,
cause she won’t let me tell!
My worst enemy is this girl called Ana,
She’s a demon in my head,
She seemed so nice at first,
But now I am mislead.
I’m a prisoner to this girl called Ana,
I’m captive to her will,
I can’t help but do what she says,
How can I be so fat still?
My murderer is this girl called Ana,
She starves me to my grave,
My heart will stop beating,
When I can’t continue to be brave.
This is about Ana,
She’ll take your life away.
If you give her any chance,
in your head she’ll stay.