Belly Button Jam

This girl likes her food. I don’t think that’s a surprise to anyone. You don’t get tree-trunk-like-thighs from counting calories. Those two bowls on the counter in the background were her breakfast this morning. One was filled with cereal, the other oatmeal. She ate them both. My jaw almost hit the floor when I saw they were empty. And when she couldn’t get any more food down her throat, she decided to force fill her belly by jamming it through her belly button. She doesn’t give up easily. She reeked of pure determination and ill-founded ideas.