Ana is not your friend. At one point in my life, I thought Ana was my friend too. Do you know what Ana brought me? Eventually, she gave me a gift that I can never part with...cold intolerance. It won't matter how hot it is outside; there is a good chance I will still be cold. Ana also gave me brittle bones. Ana convinced me I was fat. When I got pregnant with Bry-onicle in 1997, I weighed in at 80 pounds. I am 5'3. I promise you that had it not been for that pregnancy, Ana would have killed me.
Do you remember being a little girl and admiring the beautiful grown women? How wonderful they looked in their dresses or professional clothing? Do you remember how much you wanted to be like them? Ana tells you now that you are fat - and it just isn't true. What is your BMI? If you don't know...and if you run with Ana, you need to find out. Is losing your kidneys or damaging your heart worth it? When you were little girls, you liked looking at our mother figures...you liked to hug their soft bodies...you thought they were beautiful. Yet now, Ana drives you to the extreme opposite. Now, you look like a pre-pubescent little boy. The only little boys that real men want are the ones involved in that child porn that masquerades as an "association".
Ana is not your friend. Ana is your enemy and you must fight to overcome. I got away from Ana and you can too. I still don't keep a scale in my house. I do exercise (moderately) and do my best to eat properly. I now weigh 120 pounds and my doctor will tell you how difficult it is to find a good "fleshy" part for me to receive injections that I need on an almost routine basis (for anything from nausea to steroids because I have Lupus). But I beat the hell out of Ana. I want you to beat the hell out of Ana too.
For those that don't know who Ana is...her full name is Anorexia Nervosa.
I just wanted to be sure that I had commented on your blog, because you did it on mine, and I started to read your fight against Ana. First I didn't understand and thought it must be your little you deep inside but then suddenly I understood what you were talking about ! It is one of the most awful diseases I have every seen. It's comparable to a slow death. I sincerely hope that you are on the good way to get out of there and that you also get psychological help, it's very important. I have met some of these skeletons while I were in hospital for severe depression and talked quite a lot with them. One thing I found out, it very often happens to girls who want to please too much their parents who very often ask far too much, because they only want the "best (?)" for their children.
Wow, Practical Chick. Congratulations on winning your battles with Ana.
I've heard many people talk about Ana, and also Mia (Bulimia). My best friend in high school hung out with both Mia and Ana, and a later roommate did also.
The good news is that Ana is out of the picture. I kicked her to the curb for good when I found out I was expecting Bry-onicle. I still take self protective measures by not keeping a scale in the house.
Sometimes I still think I'm fat...but then when the nurse tries to give me a shot in the "fatty" part of the hip...she can't find one and it hurts like hell. Then I remember that I'm not. :)
I have struggled, but mostly with bulimia. My weight fluctuated a lot as a child, and I would starve myself as a control issue. Eating or not was the only thing I could control, with my crazy mother. I beat it too. Now I am overweight, but healthy.
I am glad you beat the snot out of Ana, that nasty good for nothing so and so. :O) I'm glad you are here.
I just wanted to be sure that I had commented on your blog, because you did it on mine, and I started to read your fight against Ana. First I didn't understand and thought it must be your little you deep inside but then suddenly I understood what you were talking about ! It is one of the most awful diseases I have every seen. It's comparable to a slow death. I sincerely hope that you are on the good way to get out of there and that you also get psychological help, it's very important. I have met some of these skeletons while I were in hospital for severe depression and talked quite a lot with them. One thing I found out, it very often happens to girls who want to please too much their parents who very often ask far too much, because they only want the "best (?)" for their children.