Dear Anorexia,

Do you remember when we used to see each other across a crowded room? You would beckon to me with that irresistible smile you have, but Bulimia would hold my hand and pull me away from you? Bulimia and I were so close; we were as one. Oh, Anorexia, she lied to me. She told me that I could be thin if I stayed with her, but you knew she was playing me all along, didn’t you?

I regret not coming to you sooner, Anorexia. The thought of food makes me sick now, and I only see Bulimia in my most desperate of states. I want you to be my best friend, not Bulimia, you, Anorexia. It’s almost a week that I have been with you now, and you make me feel beautiful.

I wish I didn’t have to live with my family, for we could live alone together, our secrets bound in a silent bond. Bulimia was a fickle friend, but you and I can last for life.

Teach me how to be thin Anorexia; I want to learn so desperately. You showed me an insight into your life a few years ago, but I was too weak. Bulimia found me, and I’m grateful that she has built my strength up. I’m stronger now. My mind is no longer fragile and afraid. I’m ready for you to instruct me further.

I will sacrifice everything to be your new best friend. I will sacrifice my family, my friends, and my honesty. Before I found Bulimia, I was so confused, so ashamed about lying to my loved ones. She made me see how they really were, how little they understood, but her methods no longer suit me. I want to give you all I have, let you into my soul, and let you take over.

I know that you are a disease, not a person. I know that starvation shall provide a slow death. You are already there, Anorexia, in my mind if not my body. So take over completely. I will do whatever it takes, if you can grant me thinness.