Dear young girl, I am your best friend. You can't escape from me. You love me to much. You have put many years into it and now you want to leave? Good luck with that. It's going to be hard, you're going to gain a lot of weight, you're going to look bad. You will lose all of your support system. Your self-worth is going to be crap, you're not going to want to eat anymore. I am going to control you still. You will always always struggle with me. You're a weak person, that's how I found you. You have invested six years in me. We became close. You're going to want to count your calories your going to want to do what ever you can to get your ideal weight. I control you. You can't get away. You can try, but it won't be very effective. You can't do it on your own. I control thousands of girls. What makes you think that I will let you free? What makes you think that I want to let you go? I'll start to control your relationships with others. You'll have to lie to close friends and family about your eating habits. You're become so consumed with me that you will not care that your body is to weak to carry on, that you are close to dieing. You like the "high" you feel to much to let it go.
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Dear Anorexia. In your face. I got away. You don't control me anymore. I know it's going to be a major struggle, but I have a strong God who is stronger. You don't own me. You don't have control over who I am anymore. I won't be controlled by the thoughts of worthlessness and bad self image. I know that I have worth. I know that I am not fat. And who cares if I was. Who are you to say that I am suppose to skinny? Who are you to say that this controls me? Who are you to say that I won't get away? I got away didn't I? You controlled me for to long, and now I'm taking back what is rightfully mine. You don't deserve the weight I lost. You don't deserve the pain I had to go through. You don't deserve my time anymore. You are not a part of me. You won't ever be a part of me again. I don't want to see you around me or my loved ones ever. I am going to help people fight against you. You won't have control over me, or them. You will lose all of your friends. Well Peace out. I don't like you.
Go to hell, You ruined my life.
Tiera Wilson
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