Bigger Smaller Bigger

by with John Berardi & Martin Rooney

My Poor Stomach

 

We’re in the final stretch.

The extra calories for this week are wreaking havoc on my intestines. Just when I was getting used to all the food, I’m now making my way back to the bathroom, pausing to lean against the wall to clutch my stomach and whisper a quiet, desperate incantation: fuck. fuck. fuck.

My body hates me right now. It’s trying to tear me apart from the inside.

Four days left.

Monster bloat. And no, I’m not pushing my stomach out on purpose.