step on the scale and cross your fingers.
step off the scale and rush to the toilet.
get it out get it out the voices chant
this food is evil
its making me fat, its making me ugly
no one will love you if you're ugly!
i want it gone, and as a plunge my finger down my throat
my body shakes
my eyes water
i contort, throwing myself against the toilet
i can feel it
the evil food is gone
there's nothing left
but if it has really gone away
then why do i still feel like this?
because its not the food that's evil,

its me.