I’ve been throwing up on and off, once a morning, for the past few weeks. I've narrowed it's cause down to a new vitamin I have been taking, but it’s kind of an adventure – I feel it coming on, and I have to find a bathroom (the clock is ticking!) in time or face extreme humiliation.

Today I found myself throwing up in the basement bathroom of the library. Right as I finished, a girl I have every class with walked into the bathroom. Now whenever I consider this girl, at the end of my opinions of her will be “she suspects I am bulimic.”

But then! Tonight! I was alone in my room and my suitemate was in our shared bathroom. I listened to her gag herself for maybe five minutes, flush the toilet, run the water, repeat. It was such a private act, and the door is so thin, it was like she was doing it in front of me.

I began my day being mistaken for a bulimic, and I end it discovering an actual bulimic. Huh.

Bulimialone,
Taylor