Disclaimer: I do not own any Lizzie McGuire characters.
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Chapter Four: Therapy
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A week after the hospital, Lizzie confessed that she had been losing weight on purpose. She was diagnosed with anorexia and sent to therapy.
The room was dim. Lizzie squinted as her eyes slowly became accustomed to the light difference from the bright hospital corridors to the therapy room.
"You must be Lizzie. My name is Christina Nowle, you can call me Tina." A short, thin woman greeted her, holding out her hand. The woman's brown hair was tied back in a bun. She wore a long denim skirt and a white button-up blouse. Her room was adorned with paintings of dogs, and lighthouses on beaches.
Lizzie shook hands with her as her new psychologist stood up. The 16 year old was surprised to find herself inches above such an older woman.
Lizzie was nervous. Her hands shook slightly as she sat down in the seat the woman pointed to in front of her desk. The therapy began.
They started off with a few simple questions. Was Lizzie happy at home, was she all right in school, did she feel overall positively. Lizzie answered honestly yes to all of them.
Then Tina started asking about how she felt about her looks, her body, her weight. Lizzie hid the fact that she thought she was huge and covered it up with a less impacting, "I think I could be thinner".
The therapy was over before she knew it. It was all pretty simple, easy questions, nothing too personal. Tina wrote a last note, capped her pen, shook hands again, and cheerfully showed Lizzie the door.
*Sorry that this chapter is so short! I'm having writers block. The next
one will be long.I PROMISE. *
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Letters to the Skinny Girl (())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())
Chapter Four: Therapy
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A week after the hospital, Lizzie confessed that she had been losing weight on purpose. She was diagnosed with anorexia and sent to therapy.
The room was dim. Lizzie squinted as her eyes slowly became accustomed to the light difference from the bright hospital corridors to the therapy room.
"You must be Lizzie. My name is Christina Nowle, you can call me Tina." A short, thin woman greeted her, holding out her hand. The woman's brown hair was tied back in a bun. She wore a long denim skirt and a white button-up blouse. Her room was adorned with paintings of dogs, and lighthouses on beaches.
Lizzie shook hands with her as her new psychologist stood up. The 16 year old was surprised to find herself inches above such an older woman.
Lizzie was nervous. Her hands shook slightly as she sat down in the seat the woman pointed to in front of her desk. The therapy began.
They started off with a few simple questions. Was Lizzie happy at home, was she all right in school, did she feel overall positively. Lizzie answered honestly yes to all of them.
Then Tina started asking about how she felt about her looks, her body, her weight. Lizzie hid the fact that she thought she was huge and covered it up with a less impacting, "I think I could be thinner".
The therapy was over before she knew it. It was all pretty simple, easy questions, nothing too personal. Tina wrote a last note, capped her pen, shook hands again, and cheerfully showed Lizzie the door.
*Sorry that this chapter is so short! I'm having writers block. The next
one will be long.I PROMISE. *
