Well, to start off, I already wasn't having a good day.
My mom called me downstairs for dinner, but she was using my legal name and she KNOWS that I hate that, but she doesn't care if it hurts me, so when I didn't respond, she came into my room, screamed at me, and then slammed the door and walked away.
Then, I finally went downstairs to eat dinner, even though all of my previous effort to eat was pretty much gone by this point, I ate two small pieces of chicken and some mashed potatoes, but I wouldn't eat the broccoli because it had cheese in it. When I eat healthy food, my food anxiety and fear of getting fat isn't as bad, so that's how I've been trying to deal with my anorexic feelings, but I still get freaked out by eating.
So, she noticed I didn't eat any of the broccoli. I told her it was unhealthy (which it is) and she said "UH, EXCUSE ME? LOOK AT YOU! YOU'RE SKINNY!" Apparently, being "skinny" means that the difference between eating healthy and unhealthy food is invalid.