Ana's Creed
I believe in control, the only force mighty enough to bring order in the chaos that is my world.
I believe that I am the most vile, worthless an useless person ever have to existed on this planet, and that I am totally unworthy of anyone's time and attention.
I believe in oughts, musts and shoulds, as unbreakable laws to determine my daily behaviour.
I believe in perfection and strive to attain it.
I believe in salvation trough starvation.
I believe in calorie counters as the inspired word of god, and memorise then accordingly.
I believe in bathroom scales as an indicator of my daily succeses and failures.
I believe in hell, cause sometimes I think I live in it.
I believe in a wholly black an withe world, the losing of weight, recrimination for sins, the alonegation of the body and a life ever fasting.
Ana's Laws
Thin is beauty; therefore I must be thin, and remain thin, If I wish to be loved. Food is my ultimate enemy. I may look, and I may smell, but I may not touch!I must think about food every second of every minute of every hour of every day... and ways to avoid eating it.
I must weigh myself, first thing, every morning, and keep that number in mind throughout the remainder of that day. Should that number be greater than it was the day before, I must fast that entire day.
I shall not be tempted by the enemy (food), and I shall not give into temptation should it arise. Should I be in such a weakened state and I should cave, I will feel guilty and punish myself accordingly, for I have failed her.
I will be thin, at all costs. It is the most important thing; nothing else matters.
I will devote myself to Ana. She will be with me where ever I go, keeping me in line. No one else matters; she is the only one who cares about me and who understands me. I will honor Her and make Her proud
Ana's Psalm
Strict is my diet
I must nog want
It maketh me lie down at night hungry
It leadeth me past the confectioners
It trieth my will power
It leadeth me in the paths of alternation for my figure sake
Yeah, though I walk trough the aisles of the pastry department, I will buy no sweet rolls for they are fattening
The cakes and the pies, they tempt me
Before me is a table set with green beens and lettuce
I filleth my stomach with liquids
My day's quota runneth over
Surely calorie and weight charts will follow me, all days of my life
And I will dwell in the fear of the scales forever
