When I say I binged
I do not mean I sniffed a coconut for too long and now I’m 2 calories above my limit.
I mean I devoured bowl after bowl of pasta, cut my mouth on packet after packet of crisps, licked the crumbs that fell off cookie after cookie, ate mass amounts of frozen, raw, stale, gross ass food until it was spilling out my esophagus, all with a blank stare and a stomach and mind screaming at me to stop.
Binging is excessive, painful, compulsive eating that makes you feel like an embarrassing fat piece of shit.
It is not 4 more strawberries than you planned.
