Princess Ana by Araceli Ramirez

My best friend yet almost my enemy
How good it seems yet how sick I feel
How silent it is but makes me scream
How confident I am until it sneaks up on me
How many calories?
I take a marker to my sides, a few more reps
It’s not all as bad as it seems
I must restrict but cant let anyone see
My fingers must wrap around my wrist
My thighs shall not touch even if that means
I lose my hair
My immune becomes weak
I feel so frail
I just hope no ones sees
That this is all a start of a disease
Now I hope you know you’re not alone
You don’t have to be that one in the four
Who suffers internally
Princess Ana is just her name
Her beauty is what takes those lives
To romanticize over her almost perfect frame
It’s never going to be enough
Until you’re ready for the change