I Am Not My Own Anymore

"Ana, i have an apology to make to you."
She looked at me expectantly, a little smile tugging up the corners of her lips. "Yes?"
"I've been lazy and useless. I haven't even been living up to half of my potential. In trying to control everything about my life, i've freaked myself out and lost control of my eating habits. I've binged far too many times this week, but i want to do better because i know i can. I want to show you all of my determination and all of my bones. I'm done listening to the stupid little voice in my head that tells me i should be more healthy about food; that your way is unhealthy and i should quit. I'll listen only to you now." I took a deep breath, feeling better for getting the long-planned speech out. "I'm giving you my everything from now on."
A joyful tear formed in the corner of her eye. "I've waited so long to hear that, sweetie." Her arms were around me in a flash. "I waited and waited and never left, trying to be patient, just to hear those beautiful words. And now you're finally COMPLETELY mine." She sighed happily. "Oh it'll be splendid, darling. You'll be so thin and weak and beautiful. I'll make you the very best you can be."
I smiled, wrapping my arms around her waist as tightly as hers were clamped around mine. "Thank you," was all i could think to say. "I love her!" my mind yelled in its bliss. "I love her so much."
She kissed my cheek. "I love you," she murmured in a sing-songy voice.
"Oh, Ana, i love you too!"