Ana

Yes.

I do want to be perfect.

Oh, and how perfect I felt when I was lightheaded from hunger.

How perfect I felt when I lost pound after pound, cut calorie after calorie.

But right now, all I can feel is Laura's warm embrace, protecting me, if only temporarily, from the rest of the world.

I feel completely imperfect.

Ana screams on inside my mind,

but

imperfect

me

ignores

her.