I've gotten to that point! I made it! I've been diagnosed with anorexia.

I've gotten to that point! I made it! I've been diagnosed with anorexia. I weigh very little and the doctors say I'm "all bones". I can't see my bones in the mirror, and in the ward I exercise every day to lose the calories I've been forced to eat. I have a calorie counter on my watch. The weight is not coming on and I am not being discharged. I eat to show off to everyone, then induce vomiting (and how can you even eat buns, they're bad for you). I can't live any other way. You think I don't have a boyfriend? I do, he loves me. My parents love me and I love them. They're the ones who put me in the hospital. I guess I've been striving for "model looks" since I was 13, and I've been restricting my food a lot. I mean, really, who needs fat girls? It's ugly. And here I am being forced to eat chocolate and being told that "a good man should have plenty." And I've already started taking part in model auditions, I've been to shows. I need to control myself. How to get out of this treatment...I want to lose weight further...I want to become the face of some brand. The fat girl in the next room tells me that models are stupid and that I should go to university. She's jealous of me! I'm going to eat little to spite her. God forbid I gain weight. Is that dangerous?