This is just part of it and I didn't edit yet, but what do you think so far?
I dug my nails into the cold tile floor. Tears trickled down my face, but I stayed there, knees bolted to the ground. I lifted my hand off the ground yet again, slowly pointing it before swiftly ramming it down my throat. This was the routine. You eat then you better be ready to throw it back up. I finished and slowly got up, grabbing the countertop with my unsteady hands. Quickly I hit the cold metal button to flush, closing my eyes so as not to look at what I’d done. My punishment was complete.
“Why were you in there so long?” Called my mother, as I opened the door to the bathroom.
I sighed, taking in a deep breath to keep my composure. “Upset stomach.” I replied quickly, making my way back to my room.
Dizziness ensued, as it always does after a purge. Electrolyte imbalance or something like that. It doesn’t really matter. I quickly pushed the door to my room open, locking it behind me. Mirror time.
Stripping down to just my underwear I stared. The image that stared back was never pleasing. Usually I spend a good half hour crying in front of the stupid mirror, but it’s punishment for letting myself get this way-fat. I swiftly moved my hands down my body squeezing each and every piece of fat, from my arms and shoulders, to my stomach, to my thighs, everything was pinched.
I dug my nails into the cold tile floor. Tears trickled down my face, but I stayed there, knees bolted to the ground. I lifted my hand off the ground yet again, slowly pointing it before swiftly ramming it down my throat. This was the routine. You eat then you better be ready to throw it back up. I finished and slowly got up, grabbing the countertop with my unsteady hands. Quickly I hit the cold metal button to flush, closing my eyes so as not to look at what I’d done. My punishment was complete.
“Why were you in there so long?” Called my mother, as I opened the door to the bathroom.
I sighed, taking in a deep breath to keep my composure. “Upset stomach.” I replied quickly, making my way back to my room.
Dizziness ensued, as it always does after a purge. Electrolyte imbalance or something like that. It doesn’t really matter. I quickly pushed the door to my room open, locking it behind me. Mirror time.
Stripping down to just my underwear I stared. The image that stared back was never pleasing. Usually I spend a good half hour crying in front of the stupid mirror, but it’s punishment for letting myself get this way-fat. I swiftly moved my hands down my body squeezing each and every piece of fat, from my arms and shoulders, to my stomach, to my thighs, everything was pinched.