Ms. Psychiatrist says I am underweight. Ms. Psychiatrist says I am depressed. Ms. Psychiatrist knows everything about me. Ms. Psychiatrist is wrong. She is dead wrong. Next, we discuss eating habits. Yes, I eat. Three meals a day and snacks. Big meals. Huge meals. A feast every four hours. No, I don’t know why I’m losing weight. I must have some disease or something, but I’m okay. I’m healthy. I just have a stomachache, that’s why I’m not eating. Please leave me alone. Stop it. I am tired of the prying questions and condescending talk. I want to go home where I feel secure and can be alone with myself. The tears well in my eyes, threatening to overflow any second when she slaps her binder shut and looks at my mother with an empowered
Ms. Psychiatrist says I am underweight. Ms. Psychiatrist says I am depressed. Ms. Psychiatrist knows everything about me. Ms. Psychiatrist is wrong. She is dead wrong. Next, we discuss eating habits. Yes, I eat. Three meals a day and snacks. Big meals. Huge meals. A feast every four hours. No, I don’t know why I’m losing weight. I must have some disease or something, but I’m okay. I’m healthy. I just have a stomachache, that’s why I’m not eating. Please leave me alone. Stop it. I am tired of the prying questions and condescending talk. I want to go home where I feel secure and can be alone with myself. The tears well in my eyes, threatening to overflow any second when she slaps her binder shut and looks at my mother with an empowered