Hearing her mother leave for work, Hanna hesitantly took a box of Cheez-itz and ran upstairs to her bathroom. Hanna stared at all of her imperfections in her mirror; she was disgusted by every part of herself. She shook her head with disgust, knowing the only solution that would make her feel better. She hadn't done it for weeks, she was trying to get over it.

"Don't start this again. I'm better than this. Don't, don't." Hanna whispered as tears fell down her face.

But Hanna knew better than to try and convince herself not to do this. It never worked. She had tried to many times. She quickly fought to stop the tears falling. Her face didn't need to be puffier than it already was.

Hanna slowly sat down on the bathroom floor next to the toilet and opened the box of Cheez-itz. Slowly, she began to eat cracker after cracker while memories came rushing back to her.

I hear prison food makes you fat.

Are you really going to eat that, sweetie?

I liked that girl! This girl seems..desperate.

Heads up, hon. Hefty Hanna never gets the guy.

Unless you want to go back to spending your weekends alone. Dance Dance Revolution and a jumbo bag of chips.

Don't make me sorry I ever included your big wannabe butt in the first place.

Hanna looked down at the Cheez-itz box, but they were all gone. Her stomach felt as if it was going to explode. The Cheez-itz needed to get out of her.

Hanna stood up and looked in the mirror one more time. She put her hair in a messy pony tail then looked away quick, not wanting to see herself. She faced the toilet.

Kneeling down at the toilet, this was all too familiar for Hanna. She shut her eyes, not wanting to look at what she was about to do, but following the binging was always the purging.