Mom wants me to eat just 30 calories a day, a demand that feels both suffocating and surreal. Each mealtime has become a battleground, where my needs are overlooked in favor of an unrealistic ideal. I find myself hiding food and counting every crumb, grappling with feelings of guilt and confusion. As my body weakens, so does my spirit, drowning in the pressure to conform to her expectations. I long for balance and understanding, realizing that true nourishment goes beyond mere numbers. In my heart, I know I need to reclaim my health and happiness, even if it means challenging her beliefs.