Guzzle the water until your sides stretch, until it drips down your chin and rolls of your cheeks. Strip down so nothing remains, the mirror revealing every bloated inch. Embrace the cold bringing goosebumps to your skin, knowing the numbnes will follow. Tiptoe towards the corner, feel the unforgiving frozen lanolium tiles against bare feet. Enter and start the shower, the highest and loudest setting, for you can't risk letting anyone hear. The water tricklles down the pale curve of your back as you bend over, grasping the chrome towel rack for support. Wobbly, weak legs buckle together as the steam fills the room. Wet three fingers in the water, make them thouroughly soaked. Head down and fingers reaching past your teeth, feeling for the back of the throat. Your stomache convulses and acid come pushing past your finger, dripping onto your feet. The water keeps pulsing on your back, pounding and pounding as your fingers push farther into your throat. You gag and rech, feeling the toxins burn the insides of your cheeks and tounge. Plenty of saliva mixed with acid is purged from your stomache yet no food emerges. The water on your back slowly grows colder as your insides scream and your eyes bulge with each failed atempt. Finally you pull on the towel rack, retrning your spine behind the skin and stand. Head spinning and flushed cheeks, your bones fatigued and shaking you make your way out. The steam has begun to reveal your image in the mirror, evey second the fat becoming clearer and clearer. Tears beguin mixing with the water that drips off your cheeks as you come to realize all that food remains inside, becoming absorbed with the fat surrounding your bones. The unforgiving outward curve of your belly won't let you forget what failure went on tonight and you promise yourself tomorrow will be better, that you won't give in, but inside your head you know it's a lie. For everyday it only gets worse.