Ann was there
From mornings to nightmares
Following anywhere
Ann was there
She would hold me
And grasp my frame
In a way I could never flee
She always had the claim
She would flatter
Even the gap between my thighs
Telling me the inches matter
Feeding me lies
And while running her fingers
Across my bones
A voice lingers
And digs a gravestone
For in every meal
She oversees what I ate
Intoxicating me of the feel
Of losing weight
Indeed, Ann was here
Loud and visible
Voices that never disappear
For a figure that is despicable
But Ann knows better
Standing in the mirror
She knew my weight matter
And I knew it clearer
For Ann has been there
In purging and starvation
She was always there
Where “beauty” is my damnation
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