[ WP ] Write me that one story you 've always wanted to tell . The story that 's stuck in your mind , but never really got onto page .

I'll always remember the first time I made myself throw up. 
 
 The sensation of morbid accomplishment will forever be etched deeply in my mind. I stared at the partially digested chunks of dried mango and willed myself to capture the moment. I wanted my satisfaction to be a lasting sensation. 
 
 I had promised myself in the past that I'd never let things get'this' out of hand. But in the moments that lead up to sneaking into the bathroom at McDonalds—while my friends sat at a table, unaware—I managed to convince my warped mind that I was still in control. 
 
 It was one thing to count my food intake—the rule was 3 items or less—but to be able to meet the quota and still keep myself empty... it was like discovering the fountain of youth, or genie in a lamp. It was my new precious secret that would allow me to maintain control, and yet not give everything away. 
 
 I could pick at my food, cut it up, push it around, allow a few bites, and then remove it—like polishing a smudge off an otherwise perfect surface. 
 
 I smiled at myself in the mirror as I washed the sticky yellow off my hands.
