#meet ed

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Meet ED

Last night Binge sat at the dinner table, next to Restrict and Purging. Starvation came late, asking for the time.

“Take as much as you like,” Restrict told Purging and Binge as Binge slovenly began to stuff its face. Every carb, every sweet, every fat dangling off all the meats, Binge ate and ate and ate. Purging leaned back in its chair-watching Binge, mouth full and gaping, spilling out bits of food whilst Starvation stared blankly.

“How revolting,” Starvation spoke, “I cannot be among pigs,” and with that Starvation left leaving nothing. Binge never phased still kept on with its stuffing, now huffing for breaths of air while in mid-chew. Purging started to fidget at the sheer gluttony of Binge before speaking,

“You can but I can’t,” Purging said fleeing, from out of the room one could hear Purge regurgitating. Down the hall Purging's sounds echoed of gut lifting, pushing against lungs, throat expanding, lips cracked, dinner mixed grotesquely on the tongue; the taste, the smell, petrifying the moment. Still, Binge kept on, snorting, moving from empty plate to overstuffed.

Restrict took everything in, picking at its wheat roll, nibbled on vegetables, and than shoved the plate further away.

“I’m full,” Restrict said, exiting, while Binge all alone, continued on.

This is what happens when we believe we are what we eat or we are never complete. What do you think?

Who are we?