Ana

When in despair,
I run to her arms.
She whispers sweet nothings,
I am instantly calmed.

She tells me she'd love me,
If I were more thin.
And so starts the battle,
With this horrible thing.

I try different methods,
Of which to lose weight.
And then I am nine stone,
Swiftly followed by eight.

Yet still I'm not happy,
By the way that I look.
But too late, she's got me,
Line, sinker and hook.

All too soon I'm ensnared,
In this horrible trap.
I can see no way out,
Nor a way to attack.

So tired of fighting,
At the end of the day.
I sit down and listen,
To what she does say.

Of small fragile people,
And how they receive love.
How if I were thinner,
I could soar like a dove.

In my food deprived mind,
All that I can think.
Is I've never been better,
But I'm right on the brink.

My eyes are so dull,
Yet my brain is so sharp.
It's like trying to see,
When you're locked in the dark.

With her cunning tricks,
She has made me a shell.
And so now I am stuck,
In my personal hell.

With no one to talk to,
And nowhere to turn.
You're welcome to fight her,
But you'll always return.

At first she is angry,
And then becomes kind.
The love that she gives you,
Is all you can find.

You're friends try to help you,
But by then it's to late.
So filled with anger,
It becomes fear and hate.

There's only one way to fight it,
Just one thing to do.
To recognise you are worth it,
Because you are you.

You'll soon get some sparkle,
The old you revived.
Ever more grateful,
Of being alive.