Bulimia: My 90lb frienemy

 Afraid of my weight, I invited her in unaware of her vampiric properties.

She excepted with a slither entering my every thought and action. 

She made me get rid of food to make room for her. 

Nights weighed down with food I couldn't fully

taste. Longing for the scale to read

that it was only her left

and soon it was. 

only

her. 

I learned of ways

to make her leave. It wasn't the traditional

kind to get rid of supernatural beings. Her small frame,

I heard, would always be felt inside of me. Days and days I would beg

for her to return. But as time passes it would get easier to leave her whispers

and possibly become more of myself again, though maybe a little fuller with her here.

 

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