Dia Hadid

She says her boyfriend is stressed, he lost another job.

She says he didn't mean to hit her hard.

Besides, her face easily bruises.

Shweta asks her about her short hair and tells me what H tells her.

So she cut it off, despite him, maybe also to protect herself.

She says she's just been cheated by a new agent.

She only got half the money she was promised for harvesting her eggs at a well-known hospital.

H says she only got $160 because the agent told her she didn't produce enough eggs.

So she says she's taking drugs to try to speed up her next period so she can be stimulated sooner to produce more eggs.

H says, I don't have a choice.

I know this will kill me, but we'll all die someday, right?

What comforts her is thinking about her kids.

Her 11-year-old daughter, her 13-year-old son.

The ones she birthed herself.

They're being raised by her ex-husband.

She says, I love them so much.

Whenever I can, I give them money.

They say I don't have to, but my heart doesn't listen.

After all, I'm a mother.

She pushes back her chair to leave.