>It's 1999 on a Sunday morning and my dad takes my brother and I to the Play Place twenty minutes away to jump in the ball pit so my mom can sleep in while we are gone.
You will never have a real eating disorder. You have no angst. No delusion. No compulsion. You are a skinny person twisted by self-improvement and health into a crude mockery of true thinness.
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