For 9 – going on 10 months, I’ve been living with an Eating Disorder. I’ve been hiding it from my friends, my family – everyone. I’ve lost a significant amount of weight, but I will not be satisfied until I am 88 lbs. See, my rational-thinking side is telling me to quit while I am ahead, because with my figure, I’m not meant to be 88 lbs, but maybe around 120.
I feel like I am living a lie. A filthy, dirty lie known as Ana. She controls every aspect of my being; she’s my sick obsession. My dirty little secret. But I love her, and I can’t live without her. I can’t, and I won’t.
