figure.

*TRIGGER WARNING*
Read with care. Do not try this at home.

I've dreaded this moment for days now. Sally, the dietitian scribbles my weight down in her notebook. "Okay you can step off now" she says, and looks at my mother with a worried look on her face. She carefully smiles at me, and whispers the cold, honest truth to my mother. "Your daughter.-" Sally says, "-she's too fat."

--ABOUT--
This is my story; Phoebe is a fictional character, but I relate her to myself. I have been struggling with anorexia for several years now, and I wanted to show both the good, and the bad. I am currently on my way to a healthier life, so this is a big step in the right direction. Enjoy :)

*I do not promote any disordered eating. This is my own experience. Please do not starve yourself, it will ruin you*