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We had just received family pictures back from my cousin’s bar mitzvah. I had worn a black, satin gown with a white stripe across the chest. I remember feeling particularly beautiful that night. When my mom called for me to come look through the picture album, my eyes went straight to me. I was sickened by how fat I thought I appeared. It was at that moment I decided I needed to make changes, both with food and exercise.  One picture of myself. One angle. One moment. One conclusion. I determined I hated the way I looked, compared myself to others, and became motivated toRead More →