Dear Binge Eating Disorder

When other people watch a movie, I think about food.

When other people do a hobby, I think about food.

When other people laugh and make jokes, I think about food.

When other people travel, I think about food.

When other people kiss and make love, I think about food.

When other people sleep, I think about food.

You’re the voice in my head that’s constantly screaming FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD to me until I can’t take it anymore and I snap and enter a daze only to wake up an hour later surrounded by food wrappings and dirty plates.

So fuck you. Fuck you for making me punish myself and humiliate myself by eating so much. By forcing myself to eat enough so I can finally have a reason to hate myself. Fuck you

Regards,

Dom