***Trigger Warning: This article contains mentions of anorexia*** Polishing off the last roast potato, I put down my knife and fork and smiled confidently at my parents, Alison and Don. “Great dinner, thanks,” I said.
I was still smiling, but inside, my stomach was churning.The meal had been lovely but all I felt now was an overwhelming pressure to get it out of my body.
It was almost like I was being possessed by an alien. And it just had to go. In the next moment, I was racing upstairs, two at a time, to get to the bathroom.
I was so used to this routine that I no longer even needed to stick my fingers down my throat. I could simply tighten my stomach muscles, and up it came.
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