Ana and Mia

You fat, disgusting whore. Put that down.
The voice screams at you.
You put the forkful of Chinese food into your mouth.

What the hell? You disgust me. Go to the bathroom. NOW.
You stay put, staring at the food.
You start to count all of the green peas in the pork fried rice.
You got to twenty, before you were pushing tears back.

You're just going to get fatter sitting here.
You stare at the plate.
You figure how many calories you've eaten in the past week.
You're at 1,000 including this lunch.

Today please. You lazy, fat, ugly ass bitch
You flag the waitress over.
You pay and take the leftovers home.
You pull over on the way home.

Good. I thought you were ignoring me.
You started crying as you got out of the car.
The freezing rain pelted you, as you walked over to the guard rail.
You positioned your fingers in your throat to make you purge.
The rain pelted your back, as you leaned over the guard rail.

Don't stop now.
You watched your lunch come back up.
You watch the smoothie this morning.
You were hunched over the guard rail for thirty minutes.
You made sure every calorie was out of your body.

Good. Now go for a 10 mile run.
You crumbled onto the pavement.
Your car still running.
Warning lights flashing.
You see the bile on the grass.
It disgusts you.
You disgust yourself.

You need to exercise that off. Get back home you fat whore.
You walk back into your heated car.
The heat rushes at your face and you start coughing.
Your hair is frozen.
Your shirt is soaked.
You have goosebumps all over your body.
Your nose is running.

No. Don't you dare stop at Cakettes. You've eaten too much already.
You drive straight home.
You pull in and give your brother the food.
You change into your exercising clothes.
You run for 10 miles straight.
You don't need music.
You have Ana and Mia telling you the truth.
That's all you need.