Friday Morning

It all started on a Friday. We had just ate dinner. I rose from the table and took long strides to the bathroom. Locking the door behind me, I turned on the sink and leaned over the toilet. I shoved two fingers down my throat until every last bit of my pasta and wine was laying in the white porcilien bowl. I slowly stood up, knowing that it was going to be a minute until my head stopped spinning. I washed my mouth out and turned off the sink.
I watched myself in the mirror. I didn't look thinner. I looked like a monster. That's exactly what I was. I was a monster. Every last inch of me was a sneaky, coniveing, lying, monster. I slowly stepped back away from the mirror and lifted up my shirt, turning to the side so that I could see how "skinny" I was. I poked at my ribcage, and winced at the bruises that I left on my stomach from when it rumbled.