I sat there on my knees, leaning over the porcelain bowl, as I carefully stuck my finger down my throat, my gag reflexes kicking in. The sick began to rise, and an acidic burning that was all too familiar to me was a natural warning that my body had to dispose of something foul. I couldn’t agree more. I had eaten too much. I always did, and the only way to fix it was to empty my stomach of the fattening calories that entered my body on a daily basis. I wiped my mouth on my hand, and pushed myself up off of the floor I washed my hands and splashed cold water on my face, washing away the sweat from my forehead. I practiced smiling in the mirror, it looked strained and uncomfortable. I walked out of the bathroom into Rosie’s Diner, where my friends were waiting. “Took you long enough” Riley said, a wide teasing smile on her face. I smiled and took a swig of coke, the sweet liquid tinged by the taste of stomach acid in my mouth. I laughed at all their jokes, and added in when it was required, but other than that I didn’t say much. That was normal though because, I never really said much. Nobody knew about my habit, and I was afraid of what they would think if they did. As we were all leaving Rosie’s, Bryce leaned towards me and asked if I was okay. I stared at him trying to figure out if he knew. He didn’t, I mean how could he? He was probably just concerned that I was sick or something. My face was abnormally pale after my visit to the lavatory. I nodded and smiled the same smile I practice in the mirror every day.