I'm Sorry Ana.

I did so well today until I got home and ate celery, carrots, turkey, apple sauce.

Those were the first things I ate today.

I heard people singing Happy Birthday in the hallway of my dorm and I went to check it out. I had a large piece of cake.

Then, I went home and ate half of a fucking bag of cheerios. I guess, on the bright side, I can't eat those tomorrow. That is how I justify eating food at my dorm. 'I can't eat that tomorrow.'

I am going to fast for two days. Only liquids.

I will see my aunt and my two cousins and grandma and mom and brother on Friday. It's Wednesday. That means I have one and a half days to be good to Ana. One and a half days to not eat. It sounds scrumptious.

I've been working out every day for the last few weeks. I haven't lost any weight, but I am looking more toned. I bought these little star stickers and I put one up every time I workout on a calender that my brother bought for me. I didn't go today because I didn't eat all day. By the end of it, I was exhausted, dizzy, incandescently happy.

When I don't eat, I feel better. It's kinda strange actually. I also wrote a lot today.

A poem about 'my secret.'

I am going to hang up thinspo all over my room tonight instead of doing my homework.

I LOVE YOU!

love, Kana!