Never ending bulimia.
It will always come back.
It's so easy.
My body is trained.

I almost went a year without it.
Couldn't imagine doing it again.
And then I became stressed out.
And people started to know me in the photo lab.
And I became aware of my appearance and what people though of me there. 

Beauty is power.
Weight problems are a sign of weakness.

It's not how it used to be.
It's not six times a day.
It's rarely even twice a day.
Or once a day two days in a row.

It's here and there.
It's when you make me mad.
It's when I eat until I'm sick again.
It's when something upsets my stomach.

It's so silent.
It's so easy.
It seems natural.

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