Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Pictures

To be honest, I don't feel bad about not putting these up on time.



Thighs... >.<





If you look close, you can see a little bit of ribs!!

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Saltwater Flush

Since I realized that I'm going to Annaboo's house tonight, I thought a saltwater flush would be better than a fast. Wrong. This is the worst Saturday EVER. I feel like I'm going to vomit, and I'm nowhere near the porcelain house. And the smell from Ashley's food is driving me insane. I don't know what it is, but oh my freaking god, it smells fantastic.

Ana's Arms

I was alone and confused. I didn't know where to go. Cold and afraid, I wandered into a place I'd never dare to go before. I jumped in and landed in Ana's arms.

Ana was good to me. She gave me a comfort and happiness I'd never felt before. She embraced me tightly - as tight as she could. So tightly, I shrank. I saw numbers dropping down, it made that empty shell feel filled once again.

I fell in love with Ana. She became my obsession - my life. During the day, all I could think about was Ana. During the night all I could dream about was Ana. Everything I listened to and everything I saw. It all surrounded my love, Ana.

To my happiness, Ana accepted my love and loved me back. She made sure she was with me. She stood there, smiling at my achievements - egging me on to them. She was my main advocate. The one I could turn to. With her, I sank deeper and deeper, became more and more obsessed. Hm, I never knew how crafty I could be...

I don't need help. What are you talking about? I'm not too thin! I'm perfectly fine - the happiest I've ever been. I know why you're so "worried" about my "health." It's because you're jealous. You want to be like me, but you don't have the same willpower and restraint as me.

In Ana's arms I feel comfortable. That's where my home is. Under Ana's spell. The desire. The love. The control. It's all thanks to that day I stumbled into her midst.

And you know what?

I love it.

-SickleSnape, quizilla user.

Ana Poem

She sat on the floor,
Her back to the door,
Her head in her hands,
She's Ana's number one fan.
She looked up to see her reflection,
Gazing at all her imperfections,
Tears ran down her face,
She felt like a disgrace.
She looked back to remember,
That first week in september,
When Ana whispered in her ear,
All the words she needed to hear.
Month by month she lost weight,
And she hardly ever ate,
She looked in the mirror to see that,
She was so heavy and utterly fat.
She hated herself and hated her life,
Felt as though nothing were right,
She kept starving herself,
Killing herself.
She just kept losing weight,
Feeling that fatness was her fate,
Ana was her big supporter,
Her body was bones, so contorted.
Her mom finally noticed but it was too late,
The girl had finally beat her fate,
She was beautiful and so very thin,
She let go of what had once been.
She lay on her bed, skin like ice,
Ana had finally claimed her price,
The girl had a brilliant smile on her face,
And with her last breath her fingers en-laced,
She said,
"Ana please hold me,
Hold me closely.
I'm done being alone,
Ana take me home."

-aDrOpOfSuNsHiNe, quizilla user.

This isn't my account. All credit goes to the author.

Good, And Old-Fashioned

Today, it's time for a fast. I'm alone today, which would normally mean BINGEBINGEBINGE, but Mia hasn't given me to key to the porcelain house to get rid of it all. And besides, I'm getting comfy with Ana now, do I really want to throw that all away?

So much for skipping dinner, my mom told me that today, we have having a sit-down, family dinner, yessir-y. NOOO!. Is she TRYING to ruin my life by fattening me up? I'm no pig getting ready for the market, but I feel like one.

And this has to be my favorite pro-ana blog yet: http://acceptingana.blogspot.com/. Go to it!