Intervention

Every day, I hike five long blocks to work from the parking garage and five long blocks back to my car when I leave. As if this walk wasn’t miserable enough, my mean homeless friend recently drew the word FOOD on the street in giant letters and with permanent marker that refuses to fade. He also accented the double OOs with a smiley face so it looks less intimidating. I think he’s on a mission to get me to face my fears and overcome my eating disorder. I knew I shouldn’t have confided in someone who doesn’t starve by choice.