The last time I dated a guy, he dumped me, and I took it very badly. I developed anorexia nervosa. There was no better feeling than stepping on the scale and seeing the number 90.6lbs. Just knowing how close I was to being skinny. After being forced through recovery, and weighing a whopping 105lbs, I feel like I’ve lost my self-control. I feel fat constantly. Now I’m dating another guy. The sweetest guy you’ll ever meet. He makes me so happy, and I really like him. But he deserves so much better than my disgusting, fat self. And part of me hopes he dumps me. So Ana will come back, and I can be skinny again.