She devours with unrestrained gorging, to eliminate the pain. It’s a reflex compulsion, a craving, a need. The secret disorder rises to power and she becomes enslaved in the distorted irreversible cycle of disgust. Powerlessness in the face of her own fear, she pursues a primitive visceral supremacy to control and dominate her desperation. She creeps and shifts beneath the states of euphoria and repulsion, sinking slowly into denial. The endless purging, hording and hiding the prize. The distended, bloated and embellished trophy of regurgitated shame hangs long and heavy in the twisted desire of the bulimic.