Then on the way home from the library my mom decided to dicuss an 'issue' she had with me. "There's nothing wrong with you. You're a normal teenage girl." That hurts me somehow. It's like when people say I have a normal weight or I have a normal body shape. It's like I'm not good enough.
I can't wait until after Thursday. Some strange part of me wants to get really thin so that the doctors will know I'm unhappy. They don't plan on doing anything otherwise. Well, that's good. At least I can avoid hospitalization again.