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.