I keep putting food into my mouth even when I knew that I couldn't eat anymore. My hands and my mind are from a completely different body. My mind is giving feeble attempts for my hands to stop but my hands are just too aggressive.
It is like a game of trying to see how much food my stomach can hold, until it all comes up again. Each time I bow to the water closet and feeding it with food and come up with a note of thanks, it's almost like a one-person act. I have done this often enough to actually feel it, taking everything in and noticing my actions.
Some people call it an eating disorder, but I just felt like it was eating the whole meal again except backwards and in the wrong place.
No comments:
Post a Comment