I sat curled in a ball on the big fluffy sofa in the hallway. I hugged my knees to my chest and violently sobbed. the MD's were used to this sort of thing, so they just walked up and down the pass way, carrying on with their jobs. My mother sat silently besides me, lips pursed and rubbing my back in hopes of soothing me. Sophia sat outside the hallway too, for her reflection time, and because she was on level one for a week now. She watched me out the corner of her eye and I felt her give me a reassuring and gentle smile at me when I looked up at her.
I cannot believe I ate that piece of cake. How could I have allowed myself to eat it?! I felt a pang in my stomach. I was so full... So bloated... My thighs pressed against my joggers, and my stomach almost ripped through my shirt. My breath began to hyperventilate, and I could only cry harder. I hated this place so much... I hated the food, the staff, and I hated that I was gaining back my hated weight. I loved the girls here though, my fellow inpatient and partials comrades. We were all a team. But other than this, I hated myself for getting caught. And now I had a slice of cake rotting in my stomach, turning into fat fat fat.
Happy Birthday, Alexandra.
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Mind of The Disordered- A Memoir (Completed)
Non-FictionWhen you're stuck inside a layer of skin you never asked for, what does the soul do? It cries out in poems and pictures, and words that have so much meaning to anyone if they look hard enough. It winces in pain every time the pen hits the paper and...
