Before I go to bed, I might as well say that I've decided not to stick with a diet.
I'm just going to eat as little as possible, always...
...starting after tomorrow.
I hate the holidays, she says,
only because you hurt me. you starve me. you kill me.
and I agree with her. When I eat, she starves. When I starve, she lives.
I don't want to kill her. I love her.
She may call me names, and force me on hands and knees,
but she is the reason I am where I am now.
I'm getting closer to perfection every day.
Thank you, ana.
You're welcome
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