Dirty crumbs of pretty cupcakes surrounded her plate. A fork coated with sugary residue rested on her napkin. She looked down at her stomach, wincing from the pain of seeing the bulge. “Water, that’s what I should stick to,” she scolded herself. She sipped and sipped her thoughts into a stormy cloud of guilt. “More water,” she decided. A few minutes later, she clutched the edge of the table with her hands and let out her guilt, the cupcakes, and three bottles of water.