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After two weeks of talking to my psychiatrist about general life, she gently pressured me to talk to her about my weight, and I broke down, telling her about me struggling with my weight, how people just criticise my body and weight if I'm gaining or losing weight. It was painful. As I was telling her everything, I noticed that she didn't once look at me with sympathy or pity. It felt different to feel like someone is with you not because of pity or anything. In the end of the session. She said to me some kind words, and that I should never hate my body no matter what..

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