"It's something about this house, i swear it. I do so well anytime i'm anywhere else, but then every time i come home, every time i'm at home, all i want to do is sit around and binge."
Ana shot me a warning look. "Resist it," she warned.
"I am," i insisted. "I've only had 400 Calories today, and i'm not hungry."
"You just said you wanted to binge."
"That doesn't mean the same thing as hungry."
She laughed. "You don't make any sense," she told me.
"I know," i said with a laugh of my own. "But it's ok because i don't have to make sense as long as i'm not eating."
The conversation went dry for a moment, a moment that i passed by sitting there poking at my stomach. It was so puffy and fat and gross. I moved on to my thighs, even more fat and gross--and worse, there was a bit of cellulite there. "I'm so ugly," i told Ana.
"I'm helping you become beautiful, though," she reminded.
It was taking to long to be beautiful. It was too much work to be beautiful. However, giving up was simply not an option. "I know you are... Thank you."
"Any time, sweetie."