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  <description>Ok...getting really nervous.  Moving home with my 3 kids...leaving Germany where I have lived for the last year.  Leaving my husband, taking my kids.  The thought of going to the airport alone with my 3 children, my dog, all the carry-ons, and  as many of our belongings as I can possibly carry, dealing with the emotions/feelings of the kids, and trying to hide my own stress from them....the thought is so completely overwhelming!  I keep telling myself that I am strong, I can do this.  Wear a smile.  I can do this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am staying with my mom until I find a place of my own to rent.   My mom is my trigger.  I always felt as if I were never good enough for her.  Never smart enough, pretty enough, thin enough.  When I was looking good she would show me off.  If I would gain any weight she would cease taking me places.  She would always tell me I needed make-up.  I never felt pretty enough around her...she would always look in the mirror and say to me, &quot;Stephanie, you have a BEAUTIFUL mother.&quot;  Yes, she is beautiful...but I never measured up.  So now, here I am...moving home with 3 children and a failed marriage.  All I can do is try and look perfect.  Moving day is fast approaching...could be today if the military can get me a flight.  I am so nervous.  I cannot eat, I cannot sleep.  I don&apos;t want to eat.  I reached my weight goal for going home but it isn&apos;t enough!  If I could lose 15 more pounds I think I might be happy... but then again, does it ever really end?  I fear I could lose the 15 pounds and look in the mirror and still see all my hideousness.  *sigh*  My icon says it all......</description>
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  <description>My name is Stephanie.&amp;nbsp; I have been going through the whole food is the enemy thing for about 12 years now.&amp;nbsp; I am technically ednos, though my&amp;nbsp;mindset is pretty much anorexia.&amp;nbsp; I am here to support and to be supported. &amp;nbsp;It is nice that there is a place for me to come and talk with others who are going through the same/similar feelings with their self-estem and food/body issues.</description>
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