WARNING: THIS MAY BE TRIGGERING...PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED.
It starts with one trip to the fridge. Harmless. Generally I'm not even that hungry, just stressed. Just a yoghurt. Sit down. Want more. Just a chocolate bar, no harm in that...and maybe a peanut butter and jam sandwich...and another. What about a slice of cake with double cream. Fuck it, I'm going to purge this. So I might as well eat another piece before I purge. One more chocolate bar. And upstairs to the toilet, "I'm having a shower" I shout down the stairs. I lock the door, turn the shower on, adrenaline pumping, guzzle down a glass of water, to the toilet, fingers down my throat, more water, more sick. Carry on until I feel dizzy and a bit high. Content. But still guilty. Wash face and hands. Finished.