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I stepped toward the mirror.

I feared the person looking back at me-- couldn't meet her sunken

eyes; ashamed of her skeletal figure.

She whispered bittersweet lies through cracked lips.

"You are fat. You are disgusting. You are nothing."

I shook my head. Rebuked her words.

I blinked and saw someone else in the glass.

She stood tall. Proud. Confident.

She looked me in the eyes:

"You are strong. You are healthy. You are beautiful."

I smiled.

I am strong.

I am healthy.

I am beautiful.