‹ Prequel: Ana
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The "You're Not Fat" Campaign
Tickticketytick
I am weighed (99 pounds) and measured (5 foot 4) and my blood pressure is taken and they ask me questionsquestionsquestions but I can't answer any of them because my throat has constricted and my heart is aching and I am so so afraid.
Hospitals have always scared me and this one is no exception listen to the beepbeepbeeping and the screaming children and feel the cold and smell the sterile nose-stinging chemicals.
I sit on the paper-covered bed and watch the irregular tickticketytick of the clock and breathe slowly and try not to cry.
A nurse comes in and makes me pee in a cup and takes a sample of my blood and it is so so cold and then I curl up and cry under the paper blanket and I can hear my parents breathing and whispering and I hear my name.
"Stop talking about me!" I shriek, and I pound my fists against my thighs and I cry so hard that I get dizzy and Dad shouts something unintelligible and storms out of the room and I am left alone with Mom and the irregular ticktickitytick of the clock.
Hospitals have always scared me and this one is no exception listen to the beepbeepbeeping and the screaming children and feel the cold and smell the sterile nose-stinging chemicals.
I sit on the paper-covered bed and watch the irregular tickticketytick of the clock and breathe slowly and try not to cry.
A nurse comes in and makes me pee in a cup and takes a sample of my blood and it is so so cold and then I curl up and cry under the paper blanket and I can hear my parents breathing and whispering and I hear my name.
"Stop talking about me!" I shriek, and I pound my fists against my thighs and I cry so hard that I get dizzy and Dad shouts something unintelligible and storms out of the room and I am left alone with Mom and the irregular ticktickitytick of the clock.