The days are getting longer, my breaths are getting shorter, my heart fluttering faster with every passing day. I feel like I finally have a handle on things, for the first time since October my binging is gone.
I was in the kitchen and I went to tap my dad's shoulder to get his attention but he turned, resulting in my hand being placed on his upped back, the back of his left shoulder to be exact.
Me: "Oh my gosh, your shoulder blades stick out!"
Dad: "Well at least my stomach doesn't stick out."
I smiled and laughed it off as if I was just 'one of the guys', the son he would have rather had over this lousy excuse for a daughter. When he turned away my smile faded and I could feel the overwhelming urge to vomit filling me up inside. Quickly retreating to my room I can't help but feel glad that I refused to eat the food my mother had cooked.
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