I made a pizza today!
My mom bought pre-made pizza crust and I cooked a pizza up in the mini oven.
Cheese, basil, pepperoni, oregano, and garlic. Mmm it was delicious, it came out amazing!
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I ate most of the pizza then looked at the time, I was almost late for work so I decided that I'd get dressed then finish eating before I leave.
The pizza I made wasn't even that big. I wanted to eat the last couple slices but as I got ready for work I could barely pull up my jeans.
Then I sat down on the couch with the rest of the slices infront of me.
I wasn't that hungry anymore.
I just felt, fat.
FAT, FAT, FAT!
Noticing how big my thighs were as I sat down. I could feel how big my stomach was as it pooled over my jeans. How my double chin doubled in size ever since I ate that pizza mess.
I felt gross and icky.
I wanted to throw it up like I used to but I couldn't. I wanted to be better.
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Non-FictionTW: Eating Disorders and Mental Illness. This is a fairly different story than my other ones, for obvious reasons that are obvious. So I apologize in advance if this isn't what you thought it would be. This is a self journey on trying to better myse...
