I had friends. I mean, it wasn’t like I was a loner or anything. It’s just my friends weren’t exactly great. I’d wait up until midnight so I could be the first one to text them “Happy Birthday”, the one with the open arms and a funny story when they’d had a bad day. But they were never there for me as much as I was for them.
But Anna changed everything. Anna was always there for me, wherever I went. Wherever I went, she was there. Like a shadow. Anna wanted me to be better, she wanted me to be the best version of myself. So when I looked at that chocolate biscuit, that bacon sandwich, she’d laugh. She’d laugh and remind me that maybe I would have more friends, better friends, nicer friends, if I didn’t eat it. When I went shopping, she’d pull my eyes longingly towards skinny jeans and miniskirts. If only I had the figure for them, I’d think. Why don’t you get the figure for them, she’d say.
When mealtimes came, she’d offer up a thousand reasons not to eat. But it was killing me. The smell of cooked food was calling to me, and I’d end the night with a full stomach, feeling like I had failed. And that’s when I met Amelia.
Amelia was friends with Anna. Amelia was nicer than Anna. Amelia would tell me that I could eat, I just had to get rid of it later. Amelia taught me to hide my toothbrush in my pockets, and to take breath mints with me everywhere. When we went out with my family, she’d be there as I excused myself to the loo’s. There when my throat was scratching and my heart was pounding. There when I returned to my unsuspecting family.
You see, Amelia and Anna aren’t really my friends. Amelia’s in my head, and Anna’s the monster under my bed. Anna has a lot of friends, but some of them are dead.
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Young girls need to learn that sexiness isn’t about being naked.
I liked him first, but that doesn’t matter. I’ll love him forever, and ever, and ever.