Food Struggles
I grab a fistful of fries and stuff it in my mouth. In my other hand I hold the burger. I shove it in my mouth violently. I feel a tear rolling down my cheek. The urge to eat was too strong and I couldn't deny it. I hate myself. Why can't I control myself? Why can't I stop? I'll be better tomorrow. I won't eat tomorrow and I'll spend the day at the gym working off all of these calories.