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Dear Ana,

April 23, 2023
By Irismogul BRONZE, Miami, Florida
Irismogul BRONZE, Miami, Florida
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Dear Ana, 


Your hands gripping my neck, 

restricting all of my breath,

Ana, stop suffocating me. 

You take and take and take,

you take and break 10,000 lives each year.


Ana, stop pulling my hair,

strands become chunks that plummet to the ground.

The overwhelming sound of your sobs and screams, 

I will not accept defeat. 


Your tyranny makes my whole world cold. 


Goosebumps all over my body,

teeth grinding together,

I despise the frigid weather. 

But more than that I loathe you. 

Rasping lub lub duuuubb in my heart,

I yearn for the lub dub lub dub lub dub.


Ana, stop feeding me lies,

I need to stop shrinking my thighs.

I've lost all my energy,

all my joy, 

who I am. 

But Ana, 

I don't know how to live without you. 


The author's comments:

Iris Mogul is an ambitious high-school student who finds her strength through writing. As a young woman who has been in eating disorder recovery for over five years, she has gained insight on the evils of diet and beauty culture. She wrote "Dear Ana," while knee-deep in an excruciating relapse of her anorexia. This poem, like much of her writing, reflects the internal battle that her eating disorder and real, healthy self are constantly engaging in. Iris finds that reading the poetry that she wrote while suffering acts as a reminder to refrain from falling back into the trap that her eating disorder tries to convince her is her only option.


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