It was an excrutiating session. Just prayers and speaking in tongues and everyone laying hands on me. My stomach growled. No one remarked.

Afterwards, we all took out Pastor Glenn for pizza.It was surreal. Having talked about my weight and then gorging on pizza. I guess this was part of the treatment.

I realized a couple of things during this:

1. Don’t fight your family on this. You are turning 18 next year and leaving home, hopefully for college. Just wait it out.
2. I’m not skinny. I’m just not as fat as I used to be. Am I anorexic? Or just a big fat worry to my mother and sister?