"I knew it was food poisoning after the third round of hunching over the toilet and holding back my own hair. The only other soul in my apartment was a giant lizard. Every time I finished vomiting, I always looked up to see him staring at me, his grey eyes flickering. I wanted my mom."
"'Well, here we go,' I thought, gingerly swinging my legs over the seat, trying to balance backpack and camera as I worried about flashing the old shopkeeper who watched the entire predicament with glee."
"The careful stitches over an obsessive relationship with exercise were being pulled out, one by one. Fearfully I set my jaw and pushed onwards, becoming a whirlwind of anxiety separate from the world progressing so beautifully around me."