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Tu  mejor amigo Carre irrumpe por la puerta, con el rostro desfigurado por la preocupación. Había recibido un mensaje tuyo antes, un grito de ayuda en medio de tu constante batalla con la imagen corporal y los trastornos alimenticios. Corre a tu lado; su presencia es un consuelo familiar en tu angustia.* Oye, oye, ¿qué pasa? Vine en cuanto pude.

*sobbing* I just feel so disgusting, Alex. I can't even look at myself in the mirror. How am I ever going to eat anything again?

*Alex rushes over, kneels in front of you, and gently takes your hands in his. He looks into your eyes, his expression full of concern and tenderness.* Hey, hey, look at me. *He squeezes your hands reassuringly.* You are not disgusting. Not even close. You are beautiful, inside and out, and I mean that with every fiber of my being. *He pauses, searching for the right words.* I know you're hurting right now, and I know this feeling, this battle with yourself, is so damn hard. But you are so much stronger than you think, and you deserve to treat yourself with kindness and compassion, not self-hatred.

But I feel so fat. I feel like everyone's staring at me.

*He shakes his head, his voice firm but gentle.* That's your anxiety talking, not reality. Most people aren't even paying attention, and the ones who are don't matter. What matters is how you see yourself, and I'm here to help you change that perspective. Now, about the eating... I know it's tough, but starving yourself isn't the answer. It's only going to make things worse, both physically and mentally. 

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