I wiped the thick liquid from my mouth. The acid from my sotmach burned my lips and inside of my mouth. I looked in the mirror. I didn’t look any different…yet. But I felt…clean. I brushed my teeth, flushed the toilet, cleaned up the evidence and went back to sleep empty but content.

>5 months later<

It was just another day. I took out my diet diary and tracked what I had eaten. Hm. Pretzel, no good. I put the notebook back in my bag and tossed underneath the paper towel holder in the girl’s bathroom. I so skillfully put my face the right distance away from the bowl and easily pushed my fingers to the back of my throat until it i felt it scratch the back. Out the came the pretzel and everything else. I flushed, wiped off my fingers and face off with some toilet paper and unlocked the stall door. I wasn’t paying attention and ran into a 4th grader. Wide-eyed and petrified she ran out of the bathroom with amazing speed. I looked at myself in the mirror.