Ana

Hey, my name's Ana...
I met her last summer.

I'll be your best friend.
Why does she hurt me?

I'll make you beautiful...
She made me hideous. Fat. Disgusting.

So people will love you!
No one loves me. They judge. They force me to... eat.

You love me right?
Of course I do...

So don't dare eat.
But I'm dying...

You're fat!
You're right... Death is better then fat.

Why?
Because pretty girls don't eat.