T R I G G E R
W A R N I N G

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Stella had a voice in her head.

the voice was evil. it twisted words that loved ones said to her. the comforting words they spoke turned sour and tainted through this deceptive voice.

the voice controlled stella. the voice told her when to sleep, when to lie, when to exercise, when to eat.

it's been like this ever since her dad began to favor his step daughter than his very own flesh and blood. he would marvel about the other
girl, about how beautiful, smart, skinny she was.

this planted a seed of doubt in young stella's mind.

am i not beautiful?
am i not smart?
am i not skinny?

what am i?

one step on the scale began the journey. one click on a blog began her obsession. one decline of food began her lifestyle.

she wanted to stop, my god did she want to stop. but how could you stop when being perfect is your whole life?

you don't want to end up like that woman on My 600Ib life do you? you're already halfway there. your arms are too thick, your body makes the floor boards groan as you walk around. your thighs touch as you walk, does this not scare you? does this not sicken you?

yes...it does

then change that. make yourself thin. make yourself beautiful.

and so stella listened to the voice. she complied with no resistance. her stomach would ache and scream constantly for sustenance, something the woman did not give it frequently. her mouth watered after every scent of any food, but she had to resist. resistance is key.

her body began to shrink slowly. her healthy thighs began to distance themselves from one another. her collarbones began to become more prominent along with her chest. her cheeks sunk into her skin and her arms began to disappear. her eyes were dull and emotionless. no energy could be found in her anymore. only the strength to say no, to do that last lap, that last sit-up. her body grew weary easily and began to shut down. even standing up felt like a chore.

is this what beauty is? is this what perfection is?

no. work harder. be thinner.

and so she did. she did everything the voice said as if it was her new God. her new religion. one tiny voice compelled her life and held her body and mind hostage.

her mindset began to change as well. everytime she looked at herself in the mirror, she wanted to break down and cry. shopping became a nightmare instead of a dream. food became her enemy, not her friend. she begged to see her hip bones, her ribs. clothes only looked good on skinny girls. single digit or no digit jeans were a must.

•thinner is the winner.
•pretty girls don't eat.
•hungry to bed, hungry to rise, makes a girl smaller in size.
•food. is. not. a. reward.
•bones are pure.

this voice's name is Ana, and she was here to stay.

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