Despair

I see myself in the reflection of the water.

My vomit is still in the toilet waiting for the lever to be touched.

I went back to my worst nightmare.

The reason?

I looked at my reflection in the mirror wearing that cute, tight, short shirt.

I saw a horrible woman in a mess.

Fat, if that's not an insult to them.

It's a vicious cycle that I always return to no matter what.

I don't like how I look.

I do not like what I see.

I can't do anything to change it.

I stop eating and it's worse when I can't hold it anymore.

I exercise and just start eating more.

I suck.

I feel disgusted.

I don't deserve happiness...