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Title: Bulimic Nervosa
Characters: JJ
Pairings: None
Rating: T
Genre: Angst
Words: 369
Time: Whenever
I don't own Criminal Minds nor am I making a profit from this. All mistakes are my own.
JJ stuffed the last spoon full of chicken soup into her mouth. It landed in her stomach and she could feel it sitting there like a rock making her feel dirty, nasty, and fat. She smiled along with something Morgan said and tried to resist the urge to do what she has done every day since she was seventeen.
You're better than this, she told herself, you're beautiful just the way you are.
But she couldn't resist.
"Excuse me," she said quietly while pushing back her chair from the restraunt table. She felt her team member's eyes follow her as she made her way over to the bathroom in the corner of the small café. She pushed open the door and silently thanked God that it was a one-person bathroom and not stalls.
She turned on the light and locked the bathroom door behind her. She knelt down in front of the toilet and opened her mouth. She slid two fingers down her throat, trying to aggravate her gag reflex. After a few seconds of wiggling her fingers around, she gagged.
She vomited up her dinner and felt her eyes burn with unshed tears. Her nose burnt and her throat stung. She coughed twice and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She stood up unsteadily and flushed the contents of her stomach down.
She grimaced at the foul taste in her mouth as she turned on the sink. She washed her hands and then splashed the cool water on her face. She turned off the sink and took a step back, examining her body in the mirror. She frowned and lifted up her shirt slightly, revealing her pale belly.
JJ pinched the small tuft fat that sat around her bellybutton and fought the urge to cry.
I'm defiantly going to have to work on that, she thought to herself.
She sighed and pulled her shirt back down. Walking over to the door, she turned off the light and plastered a fake smile onto her face. She pulled open the bathroom door and made her way back to the table her team was sitting at.
It was just another day in the life of Jennifer Jareau.
Ta'da!
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