I'm sitting in the doctor's office now.

Waiting,

just waiting

until I'm called.

"good afternoon elliot. how are you"

She was nice enough,

I guess.

But as soon as she checked my weight,

everything went downhill.

"you're only 93 lbs. you're extremely undernourished"

She kept on talking and talking,

but I didn't care for a single thing she said.

All that entered through my ears was

"underweight"

"unhealthy"

"weight gaining bars"

I just nodded,

pretending to be a good patient.

But deep in my heart,

I knew that as soon as dad picked up the prescription

for those bars,

I'd throw them away.

I don't care if this is killing me.

I don't care if not eating will make me weak.

Pathetic.

I already am,

so what's the point?

At least I'll be beautiful.

So as I made an empty promise to the doctor

saying that I'd try,

I walked out of her office

all the while thinking

I'm fine

I'm fine

I don't need her help.

I'll be fine.

| Dedicated to the one and only @-_Mistress_- for her very insightful comment. Now lets see some riddles ;) Hardest one gets the next dedication. Also, I appreciate every single comment you all have written me. It's amazing knowing how much I've opened people's eyes. It's amazing knowing that somehow, I've caused change. |