Nashelle

Emily won't eat her dinner. She has a knife in her left hand and she's moving the food around the plate in a circle. It's pale and cold she says. It's cod and mash; I'm eating mine. I always eat my food ' that's why I'm nine stone 7 and Emily is five stone 2. My hips are round but hers stick out like spikes. If the nurses force her to eat, she pretends to throw up and they remove her from the dining room not to upset the other patients.