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     I’ve struggled with my body image for the majority of my life. I remember it all started around the 5th grade when I became aware of my body’s size in comparison with the other girls in my class. I always knew I was a little bit bigger than some of the other girls, but it hadn’t really bothered me until then. A few years before this, I had contracted pneumonia and had ended up spending several days in the hospital due to dehydration and an accumulation of fluid in my lungs. Before that, I had been a happy kid who ate what I wanted. I remember my grandmother taking me to Chic Fil A or McDonald’s after kindergarten almost everyday. I loved eating spaghetti for dinner, and my mom would make a big breakfast every Sunday morning before mass. Growing up in Alabama, it was normal to eat…

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