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Lunch. Good legs, bad lungs.

Source: Sheeshoo

Many moons ago, I went to Juilliard, a performing arts school for dance, drama (was there ever), and music. I was there for music, but I lived with mostly dancers for the two years I spent in the dorms. I've always been a petite person -- not tall, not particularly curvy -- but I've never been so aware of my weight as when I spent time with my sylphlike roomies, not to mention so aware of food, its pleasures and pains. I began to imitate their eating habits -- which was a continuum ranging from "kinda screwy" to "disordered eating." (That, if you're curious, ranges from an awful lot of Tasti D-Lite, to cigarette lunches, to ipecac. Don't ask.) In fact, one more stupid reason for me to keep smoking for an absurd number of years almost certainly had to do with how little food I needed as a smoker. Not an eating disorder, but not exactly healthy behavior. A British documentary chronicled the search for size zero -- and today, we're talking with the journalist that attempted it. How far have YOU gone toward slim? How far is too far?

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1:57 - February 11, 2008