I saw Ana at the store today. She appeared as a girl my age. Some many have called her a skeleton, a shadow, or too thin, but I call her perfection. I wanted to be her in every sense possible. She didn't smile, but she was so beautiful. Envy is not a very redeeming quality and yet I envied her so much. I wanted her obvious control and the waif body of a model. I saw Ana and she called my name.
I will follow Ana.
I have been slacking though. I figured working at the store for 5 hours doing shelves would burn enough calories that I wouldn't have to worry about my intake. I ate nearly 1,000 calories yesterday and probably the same today. I feel gluttonous and pathetic.
I have failed to exercise or skip lunch like I have planned. Ugh. There are days during which I want to give up and yet I can't possibly give up Ana. She whispers in my ear like a close friend, egging me onward. I crave that whisper, that ache in my stomach. When I don't have that feeling, the I feel terrible. I haven't felt empty in so long that I don't even feel like I can be perfect. I need Ana. She's waiting for me. Waiting for me to join the ranks of the Winter Girls, and oh, how I want to go.
I will make it there.
2 comments:
i loveloveLOVE your determination.
hugs, lauren.
I once saw this lady who must've been like 30 but she looked so aged. She was stick thin; dying thin and was grocery shopping in oversized jeans and a baggy T shirt. I looked at her shopping cart and all she was buying was gallons of aquafina, and light cranberry juice. Obviously somebody was on a fast.
She's not going to live much longer.
Are we?
I'm scared for us but we continue to follow that girl we see.
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