It Was Never Enough...

Bulimia never asked for everything at once.

It asked for little pieces.

One meal,

One secret,

One promise that this would be the last time.

Until the secrets became routines and the routines became my life.

It made me believe I was in control while stealing every part of me quietly.

My happiness.

My memories.

My peace.

The cruelest part? No matter how much I gave it,

It was never enough.