Toilet
One.
She gripped at it; the disgusting pouch that ruined her dreams of the perfect concave stomach.
She couldn’t show anyone what caused her torment; she wouldn’t have them see the fat mess she now realized she was. She couldn’t ask anyone for tips. They always told her she didn’t have weight to lose.
She wasn’t stupid, she knew everyone else felt thin in her presence and were not about to give it up.
She found a way that worked without them. Food consumed, her face in the toilet bowl. Purging the food from her body, she’d be thin and pure soon.
She couldn’t show anyone what caused her torment; she wouldn’t have them see the fat mess she now realized she was. She couldn’t ask anyone for tips. They always told her she didn’t have weight to lose.
She wasn’t stupid, she knew everyone else felt thin in her presence and were not about to give it up.
She found a way that worked without them. Food consumed, her face in the toilet bowl. Purging the food from her body, she’d be thin and pure soon.