It was different.

Without you here.

I smiled with my friends.

And ate a good meal.

I didn't stop once to think what you would have to say.

When I got home.

You were all that was on my mind.

You image tormented me.

The image of skinny.

I never understood,

Why it was just me.

But I guess I'll have to be skinny.

Skinny.

Collar bones.

Hip bones.

Skinny hips.

Cheeks.

No longer plump.

Nothing will be as great as the way skinny feels.

So I listened to you.

I did as you said.

Skip that meal.

Drink water, after water.

Skip another meal.

Drown out the pain.

Days moved to weeks.

Weeks to months.

Your advice was all I could think about.

You had taken over my head.

Destroyed me.

I was gone.

So Dear Ana,

Fuck you.