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My obsession with food was so disruptive, it required me to ignore my basic needs and the needs of others. I spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about myself: what I was going to eat next, how I was going to use food to numb feelings I didn’t like, and when and where I was going to do it. I hadn’t been to a doctor in years because I was afraid of what she might say. I would forgo a manicure or pedicure to spend money on food. I could never hike or fit into a roller coaster seat; I

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