"You're pathetic," Ana and i both said in one voice.
I stared at the fat hanging from my frame. "Why do i do this to myself when i know i'm just going to hate myself for it?"
"Fucking Shaun," Ana hissed.
"No, don't ever say that," i corrected her. "It's not him; it's me. I don't have to listen to him; i don't have to eat as much as i do; he doesn't even ask me to eat as much as i do."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You were doing fine until he put the ideas of eating in your head. You were starting to see ribs, and now what do you see?" I opened my mouth to answer, but she cut me off, "That's right: FAT."
I sighed. "I know."
"Come on, Jo. What happened to you? You can't even fast for 24 hours. You're off painting the town with C, and ignoring me. I'm the one who can make you beautiful; i'm the one who loves you!"
"I wish i knew, Ana. I wish i knew what's come over me. I hate it."
"So change it!"
"I'm trying, but--"
She cut me off again, "No, no 'but's you're not trying, at least not hard enough!" She looked into my eyes with such undeniable love that my heart skipped a bit. "Come back to me, sweetie. Please, i'm begging you. Let me make you beautiful."
I fell into her open arms. "Oh, Ana, i'm so sorry. I always leave you...."
"But i'll never leave you," she promised.
"Make me beautiful," i said.