Hi everyone,
So, I mentioned in a previous post I made, elsewhere on this site, that I have my own share of problems despite having transitioned for a decently long period of time (3 years), and one of these is severe body image problems.
For reference, I'm just under 5 ft. 9, and when I started my transition, I weighed around 170 lbs. I was really toned, and maybe even muscular, naturally---and my hopes were that estrogen would just rid of the muscle for me. Unfortunately, that never happened (I'm one of those people who just naturally stays extremely fit, and thus can't lose muscle easily at all), so I resorted to starvation in 2014, along with the hormones.
To be more specific, I ate only two spoons of Nutella each day for around three months, and my weight decreased to 141 lbs. Ultimately, I stopped the absurd diet for several months after I noticed that my hands would abruptly turn purple due to poor blood flow.

So, the obvious solution would have been to seek counseling, but I was placed in a psychiatric ward in early-2015, and the psychiatrist called me "bro" and "man" like every other word (purposefully), and the staff in general stared at me constantly and reminded​ me how much of an alien I looked like back then. This was almost 2.5 years ago, and I'm still extremely repelled by psychiatrists because the trauma of that stay hasn't subsided.
Nonetheless I sought treatment from a different psychiatrist around two months ago, and she was nice for one visit, not even knowing that I'm trans until I told her. The last visit, however, she got up mid-appointment and abruptly said she had a meeting to go to. The abilify she prescribed me wasn't even sent to the pharmacy, and the therapist she works alongside never even called me for a therapy appointment like the psychiatrist claimed would happen.
I again felt humiliated at the fact that I'm trans, and that I had answered all of the psychiatrist's questions about my situation. I felt like they were invasive questions to begin with, but I complied because I am tired of suffering---and I want help.
Around six weeks ago---a little before my last psychiatrist appointment---I started to feel severe hatred of how big I was, even at about 150 lbs. It got to the point that I had to explain to a professor of mine that I keep missing class because of severe problems I've been having about my appearance, and that I'm trying to seek help. Ultimately, the feelings from 2014 resurfaced full-force, and I started eating one package of Raman (or less) each day. I dropped down to around 137 pounds, and my waist is still at 25 inches in circumference. Some of my teeth are loose, I have dark circles under my eyes whenever I am not wearing makeup, and my hands stay pretty cold.

I'm looking back now at how dumb I was for losing muscle that quickly (again, I've never had visible fat on me), and have also been reflecting on how powerful my body image issues obviously are. Now, with my biceps at around 10.5 inches flexed, my neck measuring 13 inches, and my shoulder circumference at around 41 inches, there's no reason to think that I'm big for a woman.
Nonetheless, the feelings are still there. My scale messed up earlier today, and read 123 lbs , and I felt so jubilant that I wanted to make that weight an accurate reading. Other times, again, I just feel stupid for what I did. I want to undergo counseling, but even in Indianapolis, where I live, the therapists have been of a low quality, and as mentioned previously, I'm very averse to them.

What can I do? My problems are more severe than just suffering from GD; I also have to be petite. In addition, I worry about maybe undergoing operations that I don't necessarily need, just so that I can be the most beautiful girl possible.
Can anyone relate? Also, does anyone have any advice? I'm 23, for reference.
K.C.