I was 18 when we met. I was worthless. Unlovable. Used, forgotten trash. And you coddled me. But I did not feel safe for long. You magnified my weakness. You turned your zealous head and consumed me. We were inseparable. You grabbed me. You clawed at my skin, pulling me into your depths. And I surrendered….

The shower trick. Step one: hang towel. Step two: Turn on shower. Step three: take index finger and jam down throat. Step four: vomit. Step five: feel skinny. Step six: look in mirror. Step seven: nothing changes. Health class and guidance counselors and parents said, bad, bad, bad. But jealous girl at the bar said,…