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He got used to the sour after-taste, sometimes even craved it when he remembered what kind of feeling it left him with. The feeling after the guilt has been lifted off his shoulders, and his stomach wasn’t as heavy as it was when it was filled with the mass amounts of food he had consumed in a short period of time. He spit into the toilet a last time before flushing down the remains of the food. The room was spinning and his head was hurting as he tried to get back on his feet. Wobbly, he made it on his legs, which were threatening to give out any second.
Tommy finally made it to the sink, looking into the mirror above. Face and lips puffy, cheeks stained by his tears which were not only spilled by the guilt, but also because of the gagging. His blond hair disheveled from all the pulling. He tore his eyes off the mirror and went back to washing his hands and rinsing out his mouth. once again he caught himself looking into the mirror above him. He checked his teeth, noticing that they are still decaying, as expected. he couldn’t stand (looking at) himself anymore.
“Back to restricting,” he thought as he exited the bathroom.