i sat down with my family in order to have lunch, and now i’m already way too used to the way they look at me the moment i enter the room
i know they’re looking at the way my shirt hugs my body tighter each time, i know they can’t help but wonder how much prettier it was when my face wasn’t surrounded by a double chin and puffier cheeks - is that some chocolate on my finger? was i eating something sweet up there in my room?
we had a big pot of stew on the table, and i filled two plates - but it wasn’t enough
old me used to be afraid of doing what i was about to do, but new me just doesn’t care - hunger needs to be satisfied, and i don’t care what it might take, and shame is definitely not something i’ll pay attention to
i get up and declare to them that i’ll quickly go to the nearest gyros restaurant and buy myself another lunch
i know they immediately started talking about it the moment i left the house, but once again, the hunger was insatiable, and i was just so excited to put it in my gut so all the food i already ate could properly mix
i put on a jacket which is quite snug now - can’t remember when that became something i’d have to get used to, but oh well
i enter the gyros shop, and the guys working there already know what to give their big customer - the biggest gyros with everything they can add
they can’t help but notice the way i impatiently look at them preparing it, they can already see the hypnotized look in my eyes, i basically follow their hands whenever they add something, and all i keep thinking about is how all of that greasy, caloric junk food will satisfy the beast i became
the moment i come back home, i eat like the beast i’ve already mentioned - fries are falling from the gyros along with meat, but still, that only means i’ll have something to put in once i finish everything else
and i do it, oh how i do it - i collect all the stuff which fell out, and the only thing which will soon fall as well is me, after i get so bloated and full from this uncontrolled mission that i have - eat, eat, eat, and the moment i can’t do it anymore, i’ll eat some more, because hogs like me need to not be able to put on their shirts or underwear
that will only force me to freshen up my wardrobe, thus the constant consumption of clothes will only remind me how fat i am, and that will only make me want to sit down in the fast food corner of the mall and eat some more
