part 7

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a real doctor came in.

"hello miss rylee, can i weigh you, and get some information." she smiled at me. i just nodded.

i stepped on the scale, i haven't weighed myself in awhile. not ever since i forced myself to quit bingeing.

"wow, 92" i felt happy on the inside, i was finally under 100 "let's take your height"

5"5

"miss rylee, you are aware you're underweight? Right?" i just shrugged"what does your diet look like?"

"uhh i don't like high calorie foods."

"that wasn't the question, how many calories do you eat in a day?" i didn't want to answer so i stayed quite. "this is a problem, i hope you know that" she snapped.

bipolar bitch.

later that day i was hooked up to a tube that fed me. all my hard work was fading away.

a/n the rest of the story will be fiction that's made up. ❤️ hope you enjoyed.

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