Another Intake

A sparkly blue fidget cube transfers from my left to right hand and I click the light switch button on it back and forth nervously for what feels like an eternity. So many extremely thin girls are walking through the doors. Click, click, click. I do not belong here.  Click, click, click. A familiar face,…

Meals

"Let's be real, you won't eat breakfast. You won't eat morning snack. ..." I agreed in the moment. It is real that that is my pattern. But something else happened: I got a little bit internally mad that it was being assumed I'd skip meals. As soon as I'm told I won't or can't do…

Dietitian Appointment

"Oh wow. OK. That's huge!" I shrug. "You've got to slow down." My dietitian barely manages to say as tears start flowing. I don't know how to respond. "Nooooo don't cry, I'm sorry I said anything" is what first comes to mind. But I say nothing and fight back my own tears. Actually, I swallow…