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“Don’t worry. Just keep eating. Everything’s going to be perfectly fine.” She assures me in that calm, yet stern voice of hers. The one she likes to use to reduce me to putty. The one that got me here in the first place, making an absolute pig of myself, feeling ready to explode! I wanted to argue with her, to struggle against this, to protest… but I also really badly, desperately, just want to still believe her too. That despite as wrong as all of this seems, maybe I should just sit back, let her keep feeding me. Not try to fight her any longer. Let her do her thing. See where this goes. I mean despite eating so, so much already, I’m not even the slightest bit satisfied. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this hungry in my entire life! So utterly famished, it’s almost nauseating. Or maybe that’s because I’m also, at the same time, kind of full? It’s hard to explain, & all of this is just so unlike me! And yet I can hardly think of doing anything else right now, but continuing to eat. To