Lunch time comes.

She always pretended to eat.

She did eat.

It never stayed down.

She always rushed to the bathroom.

Blaming that she just had to go.

That she couldn't hold her pee in.

She joked about it.

Her friends laughed.

She wasn't joking.

She wasn't laughing when she turned away from them.

She wasn't smiling when she was throwing up her food.

She put on a fake smile when she walked back to the table.

She wasn't worried about her body.

She was too stressed to eat.

She couldn't help herself.

She didn't know what she was stressed about.

Because as always.

She wasn't stressed about anything.

And again.

She was always stressed about everything.