Wine

Mw: idk

We are on vacation in Florida. Its been amazing. I mean fucking awesome. Penthouse views. I haven't purged because there are two other nurses in our room.  They know the signs. Its almost been a game to be able to hide food and symptoms. I thought my bf's mom was suspisous... her friend is past that. She should be a fucking doctor.

Halfway through cooking dinner my bfs mom says "well what is Scarlett going to eat?"

I said, "salad".

Its already a special thing deciding what I'm going to eat. You know what? I don't care. I don't care what they think of me. I don't care that I only eat four bites of salad before I toss it out whilst I watch my family eating gnocci in cream sauce.

I haven't purged all weekend! Big hoorah!  Watching football and having a good time right now. But I'm drunk. I don't know 4 glasses of wine and two bitch drinks on an empty stomach?

I didn't pack my scale though I wish I did. Whatever. I saw some people staring at me at the pool. Praying mantis? Maybe. Not good enough.

I want thin.