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An Unhealthy Disturbance |
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| Written by Morgen Holborn | |
| Sunday, 30 December 2007 | |
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She didn’t want to eat the cookie. She sat and looked at it slowly
becoming stale on the counter. After walking into the living room and sitting
down for a few minutes she couldn’t take her mind off the golden, chocolate
chunk clustered cookie. Her willpower would never suffice. The temptation –
too great. After the dirty deed was done she felt so badly that she devoured
six more.
Then she raided the fridge. She pulled out left over Mac and Cheese and
poured an S of ketchup over top. She didn’t have time to wait for it to heat in
the microwave.
The pantry was next. It was full of boxes of granola bars and bags of
chips that called her name. It took but an hour for her to consume more than
five thousand calories…that is more than enough to sustain a three hundred and
fifty pound man for an entire day.
Her protruding stomach resembled a snake that had swallowed a large
rabbit whole. Bones, fir and all.
Then she stumbled into the dimly
lit washroom. She flipped the switch next to the light that turned the fan on
high. Her dad had always called it “the diarrhea disguise”. She no longer needed to get the sensory going. The vomit now willingly climbed her throat. After it was all done she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and flushed her pain away. Temporarily. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw the streaked mascara run rivers of black down her face. It was just another day of many. Copyright 2007 Morgen Holborn |
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