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whew it’s my first entry, but I’d like to get real with you. I’m an American girl, living in a materialistic world. My school is in one of the highest ranked counties in the country. My family is putting pressure on me to be this perfect version of myself. Me? I have an eating disorder. I never wanted to recognize it. I always thought your had to be skinny or bony to have an eating disorder. Now I’m not skinny, but I’m not fat either. I’m somewhere in between. Not thin, but not thick. Ever since I put on some weight last year, I’ve been anxious to get it off. The final straw came when my homecoming dress came today. It was a medium. It didn’t fit. Now I’m transfixed. I have to lose the weight. It’s like there’s a second voice in my head, telling me I’m not pretty when I weight more, boys and girls will never like me, I’m not worth anything. And it occupies my thoughts. At school, when I’m copying down my physics notes, I think ...