I can't seem to find the right words to describe myself. Short, Dark Haired, Green eyes...
I lied. The first word I thought of to describe myself was "fat". I'm prepared for your objection and criticism. It will never change my need for power over myself.
I understand people who question my "disorder". My lifestyle...
But the truth is, I'm not asking anyone to follow me. I AM infact alone, where the only thing closest to company is my ana. I'm not harming another person. I am harming myself because it is my choice. I need to have something to hold onto. I feel in control.
It is with me everywhere I go. It is forever reminding me of my imperfections, it is my guilty conscience everytime I reach for food, it is my life, my choice. It gives me freedom, yet locks me up. I am stuck. Stuck in an endless routine that I can't escape. Escaping is unthinkable. I will be the ultimate ana. I will be everything I want, by the time I am sixteen. I will reach my goals.