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She hadn't shared a selfie in a while, hadn't even taken one. The thought of it made her insides bubble over. She hadn't felt good about her body in such a long time, that even with the tricky angles of deception that she'd managed before, the lie felt like it only hurt herself now. How could she simultaneously long to exist as she had before the burn-out without judging all the meaningful growth she'd experienced in other, deeper ways? Would she ever be free from this mad cycle of brain-washed PTSD? Could an inferiority-complex really birth a body-image rebellion? As if caught in a trap of assumptions, she spiraled from one extreme to the next, nose-diving through false narratives until the only way to find calm was to eat her way to full. She knew her coping patterns so well that she was living on the road map. It wasn't enough anymore to simply know them. Her search for the emergency exit continued. Where was the RESTART button? Surely there had to be an alternative reality.