PL but during my crouching munchie hidden ana days, I used to be terrified of anesthesia and especially twilight sedation because I was afraid that while incapacitated, I'd admit I was faking. Wouldn't surprise me if Anna had the same thoughts.
Yeah, anyone with some shit to hide gets freaked by anesthesia. Versed and propofol makes for a truth serum you won't ever remember, but one you will talk through. Anna is a liar, and lying makes you not want to lose control of that lie.
Oh, bee tee dubs, Anna would like you all to peruse
her Poshmark account, where you fatties can buy her castoffs! Note that her name in this app refers to her fruititarian days.
Now, Anna knows you all might not be as ~ widdle uwu girls ~ like her, but if you're in the market for clothing
- sized large for fatties in the widdle girl section
- sized 23 to 24, or 00 to 0 PETITE ONLY, in women's Jean's
- or sized XXS to XS in any variety of teen brands
has Anna got a deal for you! You can even buy a leotard that once graced Daddy God's no no place! Just $50 used!
Now, to be fair, it seems like these pieces are all of sizes that Anna no longer fits into because she's gained weight since July, when Earth Mom put her foot down. Getting rid of her most ana-chan clothes, the ones she was saving until she lost the weight again, is a thing that would be encouraged in an ED clinic. This closet cleaning of anorexic triggers, plus continued medical testing by real doctors, illustrates that her family is taking their role in her recovery seriously.
That 300 calorie dinner she made illustrates that Anna is not.