"Why the Fuck did you think it was okay to eat all that? Don't you give a fuck about calories? I guess you really don't want to be skinny."
...No, I do.
"Then don't fuck up. You need to work on your control. Drink water, paint your nails, just don't fucking eat. NEVER fucking eat."
Every time I binge I hear that voice. The voice criticizing me for every crumb I put into my mouth. Sometimes she's not there. It'll be quiet as I stuff my face after days of nothing but then she'll pop up. She'll be there when it's 4:30 in the morning, pointing out the fact that there's no hunger pain which means I failed. If you're stomach isn't growing and you're not in pain from being empty then you're not doing it right.
