I hate this,
I hate how I look.
Look at how fat I am,
How ugly. How could 
anybody like me?

"Did you see her?
"She's so beautiful !"
"She's so skinny !"
"Damnit, why can't I look like that?"

See? Look at them stare.
I'm a fat ugly pig.
Need to eat less, less,
less . Be pretty.
Be skinny.

"Are you eating enough, sweetie?"
"Are you okay?"
"You're so beautiful, but you're
so skinny!"
"Darling, tell me what's wrong."

No! No, I'm fine. I'm okay. 
I'm fat. I'm ugly. No! I must eat
less  not more! Don't do this
to me! I'm  okay . I am. I am
I am.

"Beautiful, you need some help."
"We're getting you some help."
"I can't believe you didn't think
you could tell me."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Listen, hun, starving yourself is
not the answer."

Starving myself? I was just on
a diet. Once I was skinny and beautiful
enough, I would have taken it down
some, I swear.

"You're sick, baby, just let us help."
"You were starving yourself, Annie.
Please... just listen to what they say,
okay?"

I'll listen. I guess. Maybe it'll be
okay. Maybe... maybe... maybe they'll
make me pretty.

"You've always been beautiful.
They'll make you healthy ."

***

After hospital time.

I can do this. I am beautiful,
I am skinny. Must get to 150lbs. That's
average. I can do that. I can. I will.

"And you'll have help."
"Yeah, you'll have us behind you."
"We love you, Anne, we're here.
We'll be behind you...
Every step of the way."