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i sat down with my family in order to have lunch, and now i’m already way too used to the way they look at me the moment i enter the room

i know they’re looking at the way my shirt hugs my body tighter each time, i know they can’t help but wonder how much prettier it was when my face wasn’t surrounded by a double chin and puffier cheeks - is that some chocolate on my finger? was i eating something sweet up there in my room?

we had a big pot of stew on the table, and i filled two plates - but it wasn’t enough

old me used to be afraid of doing what i was about to do, but new me just doesn’t care - hunger needs to be satisfied, and i don’t care what it might take, and shame is definitely not something i’ll pay attention to

i get up and declare to them that i’ll quickly go to the nearest gyros restaurant and buy myself another lunch

i know they immediately started talking about it the moment i left the house, but once again, the hunger was insatiable, and i was just so excited to put it in my gut so all the food i already ate could properly mix

i put on a jacket which is quite snug now - can’t remember when that became something i’d have to get used to, but oh well

i enter the gyros shop, and the guys working there already know what to give their big customer - the biggest gyros with everything they can add

they can’t help but notice the way i impatiently look at them preparing it, they can already see the hypnotized look in my eyes, i basically follow their hands whenever they add something, and all i keep thinking about is how all of that greasy, caloric junk food will satisfy the beast i became

the moment i come back home, i eat like the beast i’ve already mentioned - fries are falling from the gyros along with meat, but still, that only means i’ll have something to put in once i finish everything else

and i do it, oh how i do it - i collect all the stuff which fell out, and the only thing which will soon fall as well is me, after i get so bloated and full from this uncontrolled mission that i have - eat, eat, eat, and the moment i can’t do it anymore, i’ll eat some more, because hogs like me need to not be able to put on their shirts or underwear