I brush, oh yes, I brush. I brush so rigorously in hopes to rid away all the dirt and stain that affects the very center of my physical state. It's unbelievable how I've let the ripples and curves grow to become totally uncontrollable. I feel suffocated and disgusted as I compress myself into a space that no longer fits. I tell myself, all day, everyday, that tomorrow will be the day, the day that I will overcome this destructive disease. Yet, tomorrow is always, forever and a day away.