Severe. Fffffffffucking. Bloating.
So fffffucking bloated.
Purged (a little bit) 2 and half hours after eating a little less than what a normal human being would consider a meal.
And somehow I swear it just triples inside my stomach and refuses to go down.
I restrict and purge and it results in this. Bloating. And because I’m bloated and feel horribly distended and desperate, I purge. Cue the vicious cycle.
It’s been my life for the past week and a half.
Sorry, I had to confess. I hadn’t posted that. A usual with me, there’s always *something* going on.
I guess my body is very sensitive to even the mildest of eating disordered behaviors by now.
Fucking. Bloated. Bloat. Fat. Bloat. Fat. Ass. Distended. Disgustingness.