Quarter 2nd Person

You bow to the porcelain thrown, letting the remnants of your lunch find their way up your throat. It stings, but you don't mind. You've always cared more about being thin anyway. The acid on you teeth no longer feels uncomfortable, it's something you've grown to live with. Your size zero shorts slip a bit, a signal that soon you'll be buying clothes from the children's section of Macy's, again.

Out of the corner of your eye you spy a quarter, resting on the area behind the toilet. If you were five it could have bought you something neat from a vending machine, but now it's just another bit closer to a laxative.

With this thought, you purge again, letting your body throw itself forward as you vomit.
You never should have ate those fake chicken nuggets. You realize you should never eat as the vomit splashes back into your face. This is the only way you know to rid yourself of the shame, the calories, the pounds. You still weigh too much, even at a measly 95 pounds. You'll know when you've hit 90, when you'll finally be skinny enough to be happy, truly happy.

You look at the quarter again, let it remind you that your almost twenty-five and your hair
is already falling out, but you won't stop until your thin. Thin like the models you saw at the mall at age eight, when you would have used that quarter to buy a ball of gum. Now you can't even chew gum, too many calories.

You collapse, kneeling this time. You're down to the bottom of your stomach, all that is coming forward is stomach acid. It burns, but it doesn't matter. You pick yourself off the floor after a few more dry heaves, and make your way to the sink for some mouthwash.

You wonder if mouthwash has calories, that if you swallowed even the tiniest bit, would you'd gain weight? You spit into the sink, glancing over at the quarter again. It must have been dropped by someone, forgotten. If you were fifteen you would have used it to try to win a free taco from Taco Bell, but since then you've become a vegetarian, less calories, less fat. You wouldn't dream of eating there now. Just the thought makes you feel huge. You clean the puke off your brow, and throw cold water into your red eyes.

You pick up the quarter and place it in your pocket. You'll use it for laundry, put the water on hot, maybe try shrink some of your clothes.