She felt so full. She had eaten so much. She could feel her stomach grow, gaining weight she desperately wished would go away. She didn't want to get fatter than she already was.

"You're putting on a bit of weight," her friend had said, completely unaware of the thoughts spiralling in her head, threatening to swallow her like the food she had swallowed.

She had, hadn't she? She had put on a lot of weight. She could feel the food she ate swirling in her stomach, but she couldn't help it. It felt so natural to eat.

She stared down at the same toilet she has stared down just a few days ago. She hated what she was about to do. She hated every part of it.

But some twisted part of her was so happy.

This is the last time, she thought. I won't do it again. I won't.

But some part of her knew she was lying.