He creeps into my mind, and controls my thoughts. The mirrors are on his side, showing me things I do not like. My brain is constantly at war, although he usually wins the battles. I was in need of control, and he gave it to me. Although I know it is wrong, he drives me to believe it is right. He pushes me to my limits, and makes me feel proud with every pound I lose. I’ve become cold, uncomfortable, and weak, but he assures me that it is well worth a perfect body. There are days when I realize that this is no way to live, days where I believe he is asleep. I pray that he will one day be asleep forever, and I can wake up, and live again.