Ana

I know this girl,
And her name is Ana.
She was perfect,
Her thighs don’t touch,
Her stomach is flat,
Her bones stuck out,
In all the right places.

I asked her how,
She got that way.

She replied,
Do after me.

Ana taught me,
How to go days without eating,
To count calories,
To hide things from your family
And friends.

Ana was 88 pounds,
Of cold and bitterness.
She was reckless,
She would hurt herself,
So she wouldn't hurt others.

Then one day,

I realized,
Ana,
Was me.