BulimiaA sense of anxiety crept up through my brain.Bulimia by kezzoXrawks
Pulling my hair back on the way to the bathroom,
I told myself I could do it.
It was for the sake of outer beauty.
Well here I am now,on my knees in front of the toilet.
No second opinions, no second thoughts,
Decision's all on me,so I took a deep breath.
I shoved two fingers down my throat,
forcefully letting out all that I've consumed.
I can feel my body sicken,
and I can feel my stomach tighten.
Although that was happening,
I done it repetitively...
Once, twice, three more times,
until I was no longer be able to bear the discomfort.
Tears of pain trickled down my eyes,
and my mouth dribbled with vomitrocious saliva.
Then I looked at myself in the mirror,
A difference in my body was noticable but not yet a satisfying one.
I gulped down a glass of water and settled myself down.
Knowing that wasn't the first time
and not knowing when the last time will be,
I walked out of the bathroom.
For a minute I felt wrong,
it was all for the sake of o
Twiggy. I am one with many names. Twenty. Starving artist. Caffeine junkie. Internet addict. Inspired by Zim Zum. Very open-minded. Extremely awkward. Often misunderstood. Antisocial. Easily amused. Bisexual. Taken. Strange person. Get to know me if you dare.
You probably hate me, but that's okay, because I probably hate you, too.
I like bizarre things. I am good at finding beauty in the most unexpected places.