Wildfires

I used to have a best friend.

Her name was Autumn.

She was one of the thinnest, most beautiful creatures
I’d ever seen and would hope to be someday.
At first, I thought it was sheer luck that she was so
Graceful. Delicate. Fragile.

But then I found out her secret.

Autumn was friends with another beauty.
She called her Mia.

I didn’t think Mia was as nice as Ana.
I didn’t believe she was as enchanting either.
Mia had a gravelly, raspy voice due to all the
Self-induced vomiting cleansing she initiated.
Ana’s voice was hypnotic and melodic,
Always encouraging me to stay strong, stay empty.

Once I became thinner than Autumn,
We weren’t best friends anymore.
Rumors spread around school about her afterwards.
I dare you to guess who started them.

Ana reassured me I didn’t need her anyway.