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Imagine this: You’re standing in front of a mirror, getting ready after barre class, when your pal clutches the flesh of her midriff and begins a lament for its supposed hugeness.

“Ugh, I’m so fat,” she says, as if expecting reassurance that she’s totally not. “Gross.” (She’s still totally not.)

Or you could be grabbing a beer with a buddy, at which point he glares toward his not-quite-Hemsworth torso and remarks, “Man, I should really get to the gym more often,” perhaps nudging you to chime in about your own insecurities.

Either of these examples, on the other hand, could be you. You might be looking for a way out of this “Vivarium”-style twilight zone of self-doubt.

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