"Oh, Ana, please!"
Her face was stern as she said a decisive, "No friggin' way."
"I'm under today's 500 Calorie count though, and you woke me up at midnight last night just to keep me up all night. I'm tired and i'm hungry," i whined.
"No. You're not eating the cereal. And no. You're not eating the bread. And no. You are not eating a cookie! Goodness, Jo, what is with your new obsession with carbs? Do you want to get fat? Seriously, just think about what that food will do to you. You're supposed to see that beautiful boy tomorrow. Do you want to be fat for that."
My eyes widened. Ana was right. What would happen if he invited me to sit on his lap? What would happen if my shirt lifted up just a tiny bit and all the rolls of blubber from a binge were exposed?
"I'll tell you what would happen," she said with a wicked smile. "He would think you're fat and disgusting and, if he knew anything about eating disorders, disturbed. We can't have that."
What on earth had i been thinking? I couldn't eat! The very thought of food made me sick to my stomach. "You're right, Ana. I shouldn't even have asked. I'm sorry. I won't eat."
Ana's smile transformed from wicked to kind in an instant. "That's my girl," she murmured, kissing my brow. "Why don't you try to get some rest now, sweetie?"
I nodded. "Thank you for stopping me, Ana." I paused, wondering if i should say the words that were on my mind, the words that were on my very heart. When my decision was made, "i love you," i told her.
"Oh, darling," she giggled. "I love you too."
"And i need you."
"That you do, Jo. That you do..."