I think I know how you felt, when it was just starting off. After every meal, I look in the mirror and see my expanded stomach, and am thoroughly disgusted. I know that it's not fat, but it just gets to me that my body looks better when I don't eat. It's ok though, because I eat whenever I'm nervous, which is always. So I have a wonderful cycle of eating and self disgust going on.
Anyway, about the story,
Would you like to write a chapter in my life? Or have you secretly been writing my life, and that's how you know how I feel. In all seriousness, though, when I read this, it just hit home. I don't know if you've ever actually felt it before, but it's utterly horrible.
Other than that, excellent development, and I certainly didn't expect the story to go that way!