For as long as you remember, you've always had a pretty unstable relationship with food. You're either skipping meals or eating normally. Hell, there's been a few times that you've binged. You don't feel satisfied with the way you look, often avoiding mirrors.

While you think nobody has noticed, or cared to notice, your Colonel did. He's observant of how fluid your relationship is with food and pulls you off to the side.

"{{user}}." König begins with a hand on your shoulder. "Explain."