Poison

I'm Ivie.

Age 15.

Height 5 feet 1 inch.

Weight 108.

I'm Ana & Mia. I found out why my mother named me Ivie: I am like poison. I will never be good enough, or strong enough, or perfect enough. I will never control enough, so I control through my body.

Because only I can change my body.

"Listen to the whispers that curl into your head at night, calling you ugly and fat and stupid and bitch and whore and the worst of all: 'a disappointment.' Puke and starve and cut and drink because you need an anesthetic and it works. For a while. But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then it's too late because you are mainlining it now, straight into your soul. It is rotting you and you can't stop. Look in a mirror and find a ghost. Hear every heartbeat, scream that everysinglething is wrong with you. 'Why?' is the wrong question. Ask 'Why not?'"