Purge

She eats.
And she eats.
And she eats.

You’re full.
You’re too full.
You’re not even hungry anymore.
Stop.

She sits silently.
Her stomach bulges and her pants feel tight, tight, tight.
She wrings her hands together.
All she can think about are the calories—how many of them will turn into pounds gained?

You’re disgusting.

She feels repulsive and she feels guilty.

Get rid of it.
Now.

She does.

Her knees are shaking.
Her eyes are watering.
Her nose is running.
Her chest hurts.

She feels weak.

But she doesn’t care.
Because her stomach is empty.
Because she can breathe comfortably again.
Because once the bile spills from her throat, she feels relieved.

So relieved.