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The "You're Not Fat" Campaign
Mortified
I wake up strapped to a stretcher. My face hurts and my arms hurt and my throat hurts and everything just hurts. My fingernails feel strange and I crane my head up and see that they have dried blood underneath them and I shudder.
The stretcher begins to move. I hear my mom's shuddering breath and the squeaksqueaksqueak of the stretcher's wheels. A nurse comes into view and her face is a mixture of pity and shock and revulsion, and I am mortified.
The stretcher begins to move. I hear my mom's shuddering breath and the squeaksqueaksqueak of the stretcher's wheels. A nurse comes into view and her face is a mixture of pity and shock and revulsion, and I am mortified.