She's at it again. Puking every single chunk of the scrumptious fare she had. Every calorie is a war. Every bulge in her tummy leads to self-loathing. Getting full, feeling full--and not liking it.
Her insecurities, loneliness, and all the other feelings left uncharted inside her are feeding on her again. Sadly, they eat more than she does. Because after gorging on loads of sugars, fats and carbs, she would head straight to the bathroom and discuss her pathetic hopes with that inanimate porcelain bowl.
