my eating disorder is me... i would rather be ana than mia anyday... i cant afford mia but yet she lingers and pulls me to her side with a knife to my throat and a gun o my back... i want to let her just do me in, but i have 3 children... i may not be best for them - but they need a mother for when their dad is not here.... so i fight her by giving her just enough of what she wants but staying far enough from the blade and letting her finger throttle the trigger.... i know if i make one wrong mistake - it will be my end... so there u have it - i am the walking, talking, breathing face of an eating disorder... i am nothing more...
Tuesday, May 03, 2011
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