There is no end to the food despite the medication.
Blind binging fills my waking hours.
He notices as I grow and interjects his cruel words.
Result: more food.
My father tried that method, it destroyed my self-worth.
Alas, my husband has an open wound to scratch – draw blood and tears.
The food must stop but I am nothing if not helpless and hate being seen.
Fatter = Invisible