I let tears drip from my eyes from my own harsh words I knew were true. I ripped out the models’ pictures and threw the quilt to the ground. I grabbed the models, scissors, tape and the flashlight to my bathroom adjorning my room. I haphazrdly cut out their perfect shape and taoed them to the wall next to my mirror. Then I ran downstairs. I filled my arms with Doritos, Chips Ahoy!, barbeque chips, and everything else I could find. I carried it all up to my room and ate it all in a span of 5 minutes. I opened the toilet seat and cautiously angled my head over the pure white porcelian bowl. I cried some more and pulled my head back. Don’t do it Laura. Don’t. But my insecurities won. I, angry with myself, pushed myself towards it again. I closed my eyes and thrust my fingers to the back of my throat. I heave the incriminating food into the now not-so-clean bowl. I was sobbing now. I once again scraped the back of my throat to get everything out. I cried and cried while the remainder of my binge puddled.