BulimiaA sense of anxiety crept up through my brain.Pulling my hair back on the way to the bathroom,I told myself I could do it.It was for the sake of outer beauty.Well here I am now,on my knees in front of the toilet.No second opinions, no second thoughts,Decision's all on me,so I took a deep breath.I shoved two fingers down my throat,forcefully letting out all that I've consumed.I can feel my body sicken,and I can feel my stomach tighten.Although that was happening,I done it repetitively...Once, twice, three more times,until I was no longer be able to bear the discomfort.Tears of pain trickled down my eyes,and my mo
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it was in a store...