Her Name Was Ana

Her Name Was Ana

When I was thirteen years old, I met someone who quickly became my best friend, but would later become my worst enemy. Her name was Anorexia; Or Ana, as she was fondly known. She was the image of perfection and all I wanted to be. Her ribs were visible, no matter what she wore, her […]

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This blog may contain some triggering material to those who have previously suffered from self harm, anorexia, depression, and other mental health issues. Please take this into account before reading this blog.

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