I sat hunched over the toilet, my heart racing as I gagged. The feel of undigested food clogging up my nose, large and chunky, felt disgusting and made me choke more. I watch as the chunks of prison food swirl in the water and listened to the sound of the running sink.
My throat burned like hell and I wanted to cry. I had been doing this for several months now and it was only getting worse. I could feel every inch of fat on my body and it made want to kick and scream with frustration. I had tried everything I could think of- dieting, exercise, anything I could think of.
And it wasn't like they served a feast in prison so I wasn't getting any extra calories. But it just wasn't enough. I still ended up on my knees in front of the toilet puking my guts out.
BANG
I jumped at the sudden noise, slamming my knees and cursing as I did so.
"Hey, are you ok?" the voice belonged to Alex. Shit.
"Oh, yeah I'm good! I was just finishing up." I yelled, flushing the toilet before quickly brushing, my teeth. I exited the bathroom and made sure to smile brightly at my girlfriend. She frowned and gave me an odd look.
"Are you ok? I thought I heard vomiting in there."
"What? You must be hearing things."
"but-"
"Alex, I'm fine. really." I said, keeping up my wide smile. She continued to frown but seemed to drop it, and I was glad for it.
No one ever pushed the subject.