Wow. This is so good. A very powerful poem. I've never looked at bulimia quite this way before, but now I can understand it a little better.

It's interesting the idea of bulimia being the journey and not the destination. Is the road to hell a difficult path to travel and the destination less?

The imagery of the outfit is intriguing. It's not something I would relate to through my own personal experience.

I love the final verse.

I like the imagery, but I think bulimia is worst than hell itself