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I won't come for you all at once. No, I'll consume your soul nice and slow, taking you over piece by piece and bit by bit. In the beginning, you'll still have control. I won't be noticeable; I'll be as silent as a shadow, making little changes here or there. You'll start to look at yourself more closely in the mirror, poking and prodding at the areas you want to change. Soon you will start to eliminate certain habits; anything with fat content will disappear from your diet. I'll congratulate you then, and you will seek comfort in my approval. You will try to please me, and the growling of your stomach will be sweet music to my ears. I will nod and applaud, you will strive to gain my recognition. At some point, amidst the frantic and obsessive counting, you will start to wonder if this is really what you want. Of course it is! Just take one look at yourself in the mirror, and then you'll see. You'll come right back to me, and I'll be waiting. Before you come back, you'll try to break free of my iron grip. You'll wait until everyone else is asleep, and you'll sneak down to the kitchen. You won't think, you'll just eat, and once you start, you won't stop. After a while, you realize your error. Your control is gone, you'll have to start over. I'm inside your head, there's no way to get me out. You know you screwed up, you gave in, lost all self-control. You'll avoid the mirrors, convinced those few bread crumbs will already show. I told you I'd be waiting, and here I am. You hate yourself so much at this point, you'll come back for sure. I'll welcome you back, but deep down, you know you must be punished. I'm just the person to do that. Tomorrow, you won't eat. Not a single bite, and if you do…well, there will be hell to pay. Now you're in my grasp, and nothing will be able to free you. Slowly, you'll fade away before their eyes. Sure, a few people will notice, but you always have me to make you feel good. No matter what they say, I'll be here to help you, to encourage you. Have a bad day? That's okay, I'll take care of that. I'll cheer you on, soothe your aching soul. I'll be your best friend, and your worst enemy. One day, it will be too much for your poor, battered body. It will give in, your heart will stop. That's okay, I'll find someone new to haunt. Your sister, your best friend. I'll find someone. The perfect girls are always there, just waiting for me to show up. They'll let me in, and they won't even notice. Not in the beginning. My name, you ask? Anorexia Nervosa.

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I won't come for you all at once. No, I'll consume your soul nice and slow, taking you over piece by piece and bit by bit. In the beginning, you'll still have control. I won't be noticeable; I'll be as silent as a shadow, making little changes here or there. You'll start to look at yourself more closely in the mirror, poking and prodding at the areas you want to change. Soon you will start to eliminate certain habits; anything with fat content will disappear from your diet. I'll congratulate you then, and you will seek comfort in my approval. You will try to please me, and the growling of your stomach will be sweet music to my ears. I will nod and applaud, you will strive to gain my recognition. At some point, amidst the frantic and obsessive counting, you will start to wonder if this is really what you want. Of course it is! Just take one look at yourself in the mirror, and then you'll see. You'll come right back to me, and I'll be waiting. Before you come back, you'll try to break free of my iron grip. You'll wait until everyone else is asleep, and you'll sneak down to the kitchen. You won't think, you'll just eat, and once you start, you won't stop. After a while, you realize your error. Your control is gone, you'll have to start over. I'm inside your head, there's no way to get me out. You know you screwed up, you gave in, lost all self-control. You'll avoid the mirrors, convinced those few bread crumbs will already show. I told you I'd be waiting, and here I am. You hate yourself so much at this point, you'll come back for sure. I'll welcome you back, but deep down, you know you must be punished. I'm just the person to do that. Tomorrow, you won't eat. Not a single bite, and if you do…well, there will be hell to pay. Now you're in my grasp, and nothing will be able to free you. Slowly, you'll fade away before their eyes. Sure, a few people will notice, but you always have me to make you feel good. No matter what they say, I'll be here to help you, to encourage you. Have a bad day? That's okay, I'll take care of that. I'll cheer you on, soothe your aching soul. I'll be your best friend, and your worst enemy. One day, it will be too much for your poor, battered body. It will give in, your heart will stop. That's okay, I'll find someone new to haunt. Your sister, your best friend. I'll find someone. The perfect girls are always there, just waiting for me to show up. They'll let me in, and they won't even notice. Not in the beginning. My name, you ask? Anorexia Nervosa.