Ana is my best friend,

Or so I thought she was.

Ahe fills my head with lies

To constantly disguise

The fact that she's no good for me.

Truth be told,

She's killing me.

"Beauty is pain"

"You can never be too thin"

She whispers to me as I lay in bed.

Another missed meal.

Pangs of pain.

I convince myself everything will be alright.

They say that if you lie to yourself often enough you'll start to see the truth in it.

This is just me trying to perfect the emptiness.

An emptiness that I will fill with glossy fashion magazines.

I am sure that when I'm gone

Ana will move on.

She will befriend another.

One who is tied to their reflection. 

And Ana will give them the beauty they've always wanted....

As soon as she gives it to me.