“Ugh, stop with that s**t. That’s a mental illness. I’m on a diet.”
He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated.
“You’re going to die. And I don’t want you to die. I already told you this.”
“I’m not going to die if I lose a few pounds.”
He shuts up and takes his phone, typing something on it.
“What?” I ask when I see his expression harden as he reads whatever is written on the screen.
“The physical effects of starvation are often irreversible, and reflect the extremely high rate of deaths associated with anorexia nervosa.” He starts, then looks at me sternly so I resume eating my apple. “The effects of anorexia can be infertility, shutdown of major body systems, brain damage-“ his voice shakes a bit “heart attacks, and death. Goddamn it Dani!”
I look at him, startled. “I’ve had thi
