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A Destructive Desire

 

            
             Her desire for something sweet vanquished all other thoughts from her mind. She slammed the accelerator and continued her dash towards Marie Callender's Restaurant and Bakery, her chosen destination for one large cheesecake slice. I will ask the cook to pour blueberries and whipped cream on top. Oh, I need it now! Move it, Honda! She should have been sitting at a desk in her algebra class now, but she had skipped. It had been a split second choice. Her desire for anything to eat had driven away all her reason again.
             It had not always been like this. Unfortunately, she could not remember the last time she had eaten a Hershey's kiss or slice of meat lover's pizza and stopped. She could not recall when food had satisfied her hunger and still let her feel content with her appearance. She did not know how to help herself out of this never-ending cycle of shame and temptation because she could not pinpoint exactly when she had started stuffing herself. Besides, what if gaining weight was a part of the solution? She knew she could not handle the extra pounds. She would rather be dead than fat.
             Even so, as these judgments raced through her mind, she could not stop driving towards the food and the fat. She had not eaten two days out of the five so far this past week and had only had one cup of nonfat yogurt the day before. She calculated silently that the most she had consumed in one day was three hundred calories. Not too bad. Am I truly going to spoil this week with a cheesecake? I have to decide. I"m already here! She circled the block once before parking. Oh, who cares? I want it! Her thoughts continued fighting as she walked up the steps. She bought a slice of cheesecake with blueberries and whipped cream and walked back to her car. I cannot wait to taste this! It has been too long. She forgot everything else. .
             She knew she could not go home. Her parents had already found three packages of laxatives hidden in her sock drawer, and she had promised never to take them again.


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