“When did you first begin to substitute food for love?” I asked my client. (Note: Names and identifying information have been changed to protect confidentiality.)
“I don’t really know,” she answered, reaching for the Kleenex box. “I remember in high school when I’d lost a lot of weight, and this really popular guy gave me the eye, if you know what I mean.”
My nod encouraged her to continue. “What did you do right after he gave you the eye?” I asked, knowing what she would probably say.
“I went right home and raided the fridge.”
“You’re terrified of your own beauty?” I asked, althought it was spoken softly and sounded more like a statement than a question.
“I guess so. His look made me realize at that second that if I didn’t put a layer of protection around myself – actually a layer of fat – then…
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