Though her letter is the same to all her students and friends, my reply is slightly different than the usual
Letter From Ana:
Allow me to introduce myself. My name, or as I am called by so called "doctors", is Anorexia.
Anorexia Nervosa is my full name, but you may call me Ana. Hopefully we can become great
partners. In the coming time, I will invest a lot of time in you, and I expect the same from you. In
the past you have heard all of your teachers and parents talk about you. You are "so mature",
"intelligent", "14 going on 45", and you possess "so much potential". Where has that gotten you,
may I ask? Absolutely no where! You are not perfect, you do not try hard enough, further more
you waste your time on thinking and talking with friends and drawing! Such acts of indulgence
shall not be allowed in the future.
Your friends do not understand you. They are not truthful. In the past, when the insecurity has
quietly gnawed away at your mind, and you asked them, "Do I look....fat?" and they answered
"Oh no, of course not" you knew they were lying! Only I tell the truth. Your parents, let's not even
go there! You know that they love you, and care for you, but part of that is just that they are
your parents and are obligated to do so. I shall tell you a secret now: deep down inside
themselves, they are disappointed with you. Their daughter, the one with so much potential, has
turned into a fat, lazy, and undeserving girl.
But I am about to change all that. I will expect you to drop your calorie intake and up your
exercise. I will push you to the limit. You must take it because you cannot defy me! I am
beginning to imbed myself into you. Pretty soon, I am with you always. I am there when you wake
up in the morning and run to the scale. The numbers become both friend and enemy, and the
frenzied thoughts pray for them to be lower than yesterday, last night, etc. You look into the
mirror with dismay. You prod and poke at the fat that is there, and smile when you come across
bone. I am there when you figure out the plan for the day: 400 calories, 2 hours exercise. I am
the one figuring this out, because by now my thoughts and your thoughts are blurred together
as one. I follow you throughout the day. In school, when your mind wanders I give you something
to think about. Recount the calories for the day. It's too much. I fill your mind with thoughts of
food, weight, calories, and things that are safe to think about. Because now, I am already inside
of you. I am in your head, your heart, and your soul. The hunger pains you pretend not to feel is
me, inside of you.
Pretty soon I am telling you not only what to do with food, but what to do ALL of the time. Smile
and nod. Present yourself well. Suck in that fat stomach, dammit! God, you are such a fat
cow!!!! When mealtimes come around I tell you what to do. I make a plate of lettuce seem like a
feast fit for a king. Push the food around. Make it look like you've eaten something. No piece of
anything...if you eat, all the control will be broken...do you WANT that?? To revert back to the fat
COW you once were?? I force you to stare at magazine models. Those perfect skinned, white
teethed, waifish models of perfection staring out at you from those glossy pages. I make you
realize that you could never be them. You will always be fat and never will you be as beautiful as
they are. When you look in the mirror, I will distort the image. I will show you obesity and
hideousness. I will show you a sumo wrestler where in reality there is a starving child. But you
must not know this, because if you knew the truth, you might start to eat again and our
relationship would come crashing down.
Sometimes you will rebel. Hopefully not often though. You will recognize the small rebellious fiber
left in your body and will venture down to the dark kitchen. The cupboard door will slowly open,
creaking softly. Your eyes will move over the food that I have kept at a safe distance from you.
You will find your hands reaching out, lethargically, like a nightmare, through the darkness to the
box of crackers. You shove them in, mechanically, not really tasting but simply relishing in the
fact that you are going against me. You reach for another box, then another, then another. Your
stomach will become bloated and grotesque, but you will not stop yet. And all the time I am
screaming at you to stop, you fat cow, you really have no self control, you are going to get fat.
When it is over you will cling to me again, ask me for advice because you really do not want to
get fat. You broke a cardinal rule and ate, and now you want me back. I'll force you into the
bathroom, onto your knees, staring into the void of the toilet bowl. Your fingers will be inserted
into your throat, and, not without a great deal of pain, your food binge will come up. Over and
over this is to be repeated, until you spit up blood and water and you know it is all gone. When
you stand up, you will feel dizzy. Don't pass out. Stand up right now. You fat cow you deserve to
be in pain! Maybe the choice of getting rid of the guilt is different. Maybe I chose to make you
take laxatives, where you sit on the toilet until the wee hours of the morning, feeling your insides
cringe. Or perhaps I just make you hurt yourself, bang your head into the wall until you receive a
throbbing headache. Cutting is also effective. I want you to see your blood, to see it fall down
your arm, and in that split second you will realize you deserve whatever pain I give you. You are
depressed, obsessed, in pain, hurting, reaching out but no one will listen? Who cares!! You are
deserving; you brought this upon yourself.
Oh, is this harsh? Do you not want this to happen to you? Am I unfair? I do do things that will
help you. I make it possible for you to stop thinking of emotions that cause you stress. Thoughts
of anger, sadness, desperation, and loneliness can cease because I take them away and fill
your head with the methodic calorie counting. I take away your struggle to fit in with kids your
age, the struggle of trying to please everyone as well. Because now, I am your only friend, and I
am the only one you need to please. I have a weak spot. But we must not tell anyone. If you
decide to fight back, to reach out to someone and tell them about how I make you live, all hell will
break lose. No one must find out, no one can crack this shell that I have covered you with. I have
created you, this thin, perfect, achieving child. You are mine and mine alone. Without me, you
are nothing. So do not fight back. When others comment, ignore them. Take it into stride, forget
about them, forget about everyone that tries to take me away. I am your greatest asset, and I
intend to keep it that way.
Sincerely,
Ana
Now there is a perfect reply to Ana's perfect letter but I know that unlike her I am not yet perfect and without her I will never be so what I have done is written my own letter with my own promises that aren't perfect but are honest and well I'm sure overtime I can sign her contract but until then I hope she'll accept me as I am and mold me into something better
Dear Ana,
When No one else was there, You were. When I was alone and scared you held my hand. When I knew I was crazy, you said you loved me anyway. When I gave up hope of ever achieving perfection, you never stopped believing in me. When the world told me I was worthless, you promised that you'd rid me of this awful layer of fat no one but you could look through. After all you did for me I left you without a second thought without even saying goodbye and now I see how wrong I was. How wrong I am.
When you saw me struggling by myself you came back ready to help me with open arms willing to start with me from scratch all over again. So thank you Ana for not leaving me because I deserve to be left with B and get fat while she tells me to binge and eat and not care about the consequences, but there are consequences and I wont ever forget that. Never Again.
So Ana, I will accept you as you are. As a teacher, a role model and as my best friend and I will never forget our goal. To make me skinny, make me perfect, make me every guys dream and every girls envy. I'm tiered of being on the sidelines Ana. I swear that no matter what I do, No matter what I say, I want this, I want to be thin, I want to be beautiful, I want perfection and most importantly want you. Tomorrow is a new day and as of tomorrow, Wednesday 28th April 2011 I am yours, now and forever to hold and to keep in your tight embrace. No matter how hard it get's I won't give up. And if I ever forget my promises, if I ever deviate or divert. Bring me back here to remind me of what I used to be and the promises I made and I swear I will fix it. I will run till my feet bleed, starve till my head spins, work till there is nothing left but I won't ever leave you again. Ana I love you.
Yours truly,
Potential Beauty.
Letter From Ana:
Allow me to introduce myself. My name, or as I am called by so called "doctors", is Anorexia.
Anorexia Nervosa is my full name, but you may call me Ana. Hopefully we can become great
partners. In the coming time, I will invest a lot of time in you, and I expect the same from you. In
the past you have heard all of your teachers and parents talk about you. You are "so mature",
"intelligent", "14 going on 45", and you possess "so much potential". Where has that gotten you,
may I ask? Absolutely no where! You are not perfect, you do not try hard enough, further more
you waste your time on thinking and talking with friends and drawing! Such acts of indulgence
shall not be allowed in the future.
Your friends do not understand you. They are not truthful. In the past, when the insecurity has
quietly gnawed away at your mind, and you asked them, "Do I look....fat?" and they answered
"Oh no, of course not" you knew they were lying! Only I tell the truth. Your parents, let's not even
go there! You know that they love you, and care for you, but part of that is just that they are
your parents and are obligated to do so. I shall tell you a secret now: deep down inside
themselves, they are disappointed with you. Their daughter, the one with so much potential, has
turned into a fat, lazy, and undeserving girl.
But I am about to change all that. I will expect you to drop your calorie intake and up your
exercise. I will push you to the limit. You must take it because you cannot defy me! I am
beginning to imbed myself into you. Pretty soon, I am with you always. I am there when you wake
up in the morning and run to the scale. The numbers become both friend and enemy, and the
frenzied thoughts pray for them to be lower than yesterday, last night, etc. You look into the
mirror with dismay. You prod and poke at the fat that is there, and smile when you come across
bone. I am there when you figure out the plan for the day: 400 calories, 2 hours exercise. I am
the one figuring this out, because by now my thoughts and your thoughts are blurred together
as one. I follow you throughout the day. In school, when your mind wanders I give you something
to think about. Recount the calories for the day. It's too much. I fill your mind with thoughts of
food, weight, calories, and things that are safe to think about. Because now, I am already inside
of you. I am in your head, your heart, and your soul. The hunger pains you pretend not to feel is
me, inside of you.
Pretty soon I am telling you not only what to do with food, but what to do ALL of the time. Smile
and nod. Present yourself well. Suck in that fat stomach, dammit! God, you are such a fat
cow!!!! When mealtimes come around I tell you what to do. I make a plate of lettuce seem like a
feast fit for a king. Push the food around. Make it look like you've eaten something. No piece of
anything...if you eat, all the control will be broken...do you WANT that?? To revert back to the fat
COW you once were?? I force you to stare at magazine models. Those perfect skinned, white
teethed, waifish models of perfection staring out at you from those glossy pages. I make you
realize that you could never be them. You will always be fat and never will you be as beautiful as
they are. When you look in the mirror, I will distort the image. I will show you obesity and
hideousness. I will show you a sumo wrestler where in reality there is a starving child. But you
must not know this, because if you knew the truth, you might start to eat again and our
relationship would come crashing down.
Sometimes you will rebel. Hopefully not often though. You will recognize the small rebellious fiber
left in your body and will venture down to the dark kitchen. The cupboard door will slowly open,
creaking softly. Your eyes will move over the food that I have kept at a safe distance from you.
You will find your hands reaching out, lethargically, like a nightmare, through the darkness to the
box of crackers. You shove them in, mechanically, not really tasting but simply relishing in the
fact that you are going against me. You reach for another box, then another, then another. Your
stomach will become bloated and grotesque, but you will not stop yet. And all the time I am
screaming at you to stop, you fat cow, you really have no self control, you are going to get fat.
When it is over you will cling to me again, ask me for advice because you really do not want to
get fat. You broke a cardinal rule and ate, and now you want me back. I'll force you into the
bathroom, onto your knees, staring into the void of the toilet bowl. Your fingers will be inserted
into your throat, and, not without a great deal of pain, your food binge will come up. Over and
over this is to be repeated, until you spit up blood and water and you know it is all gone. When
you stand up, you will feel dizzy. Don't pass out. Stand up right now. You fat cow you deserve to
be in pain! Maybe the choice of getting rid of the guilt is different. Maybe I chose to make you
take laxatives, where you sit on the toilet until the wee hours of the morning, feeling your insides
cringe. Or perhaps I just make you hurt yourself, bang your head into the wall until you receive a
throbbing headache. Cutting is also effective. I want you to see your blood, to see it fall down
your arm, and in that split second you will realize you deserve whatever pain I give you. You are
depressed, obsessed, in pain, hurting, reaching out but no one will listen? Who cares!! You are
deserving; you brought this upon yourself.
Oh, is this harsh? Do you not want this to happen to you? Am I unfair? I do do things that will
help you. I make it possible for you to stop thinking of emotions that cause you stress. Thoughts
of anger, sadness, desperation, and loneliness can cease because I take them away and fill
your head with the methodic calorie counting. I take away your struggle to fit in with kids your
age, the struggle of trying to please everyone as well. Because now, I am your only friend, and I
am the only one you need to please. I have a weak spot. But we must not tell anyone. If you
decide to fight back, to reach out to someone and tell them about how I make you live, all hell will
break lose. No one must find out, no one can crack this shell that I have covered you with. I have
created you, this thin, perfect, achieving child. You are mine and mine alone. Without me, you
are nothing. So do not fight back. When others comment, ignore them. Take it into stride, forget
about them, forget about everyone that tries to take me away. I am your greatest asset, and I
intend to keep it that way.
Sincerely,
Ana
Now there is a perfect reply to Ana's perfect letter but I know that unlike her I am not yet perfect and without her I will never be so what I have done is written my own letter with my own promises that aren't perfect but are honest and well I'm sure overtime I can sign her contract but until then I hope she'll accept me as I am and mold me into something better
Dear Ana,
When No one else was there, You were. When I was alone and scared you held my hand. When I knew I was crazy, you said you loved me anyway. When I gave up hope of ever achieving perfection, you never stopped believing in me. When the world told me I was worthless, you promised that you'd rid me of this awful layer of fat no one but you could look through. After all you did for me I left you without a second thought without even saying goodbye and now I see how wrong I was. How wrong I am.
When you saw me struggling by myself you came back ready to help me with open arms willing to start with me from scratch all over again. So thank you Ana for not leaving me because I deserve to be left with B and get fat while she tells me to binge and eat and not care about the consequences, but there are consequences and I wont ever forget that. Never Again.
So Ana, I will accept you as you are. As a teacher, a role model and as my best friend and I will never forget our goal. To make me skinny, make me perfect, make me every guys dream and every girls envy. I'm tiered of being on the sidelines Ana. I swear that no matter what I do, No matter what I say, I want this, I want to be thin, I want to be beautiful, I want perfection and most importantly want you. Tomorrow is a new day and as of tomorrow, Wednesday 28th April 2011 I am yours, now and forever to hold and to keep in your tight embrace. No matter how hard it get's I won't give up. And if I ever forget my promises, if I ever deviate or divert. Bring me back here to remind me of what I used to be and the promises I made and I swear I will fix it. I will run till my feet bleed, starve till my head spins, work till there is nothing left but I won't ever leave you again. Ana I love you.
Yours truly,
Potential Beauty.
