What's Eating You

As I spent several nights at Susan's condo I would notice she had hardly touched dinner, out or in, but would wake up to find her eating entire large jars of jelly. She would devour things when she thought I was sleeping or perhaps she was sleep eating herself. By way of our physical descriptions, at the time I met Susan, I was five feet, nine inches tall, and a defined one hundred and sixty-five pounds. She was around five feet, seven and I would estimate one hundred and fifty pounds with large B or small C-cup breasts. I could not help but notice Susan was losing weight, discernibly in the midriff but alarmingly her breasts were really shrinking. Susan had started to bring books and magazines to dinner out and would hardly eat anything. She would excuse herself toward the last stage of dinner, no matter where or what we ate and would come back often, almost invariably, smelling of vomit and sometimes with it clearly on her clothes. My parents and I became extremely concerned for Susan's well being. My mother either happened in the ladies room at the same time or out of worry for her, followed and was convinced she heard Susan throwing up the dinner we had just bought her. My father was upset about spending twenty plus dollars a meal, but my Mom and I were terrified Susan was destroying her health. We called her mother in West Virginia seeking her assistance and to share our distress. Her mother seemed more perturbed at our call than upset about her daughter and told us, "What do you want me to do about it? She's eighteen and can do what she wants. Ain't she?" Thus rebuffed we did what we could in trying to help Susan overcome the eating disorder which damaged Susan's health and contributed to tooth loss and lousy oral health.