I knelt on the cold tile floor and stared at the toilet. I took deep breaths, trying to prepare myself for what was coming.
I was thirteen, and I'd just returned from art camp – a dirty little secret of mine, something the others would use against me if they got the slightest chance.
Every girl at camp weighed less than I did. And when talking to a girl from my bunk, I discovered that many of them purged in order to maintain that image.
I leaned forward, shoved my fingers down my throat, and started down the path to hell.