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As Claire’s “discipline” reached its zenith, her physical infrastructure reached its breaking point. The bill for her transformation finally came due on a Tuesday afternoon that should have been ordinary. She was walking to her car when her legs simply gave out. There was no dramatic fall, no sudden impact—just a quiet, total failure of the muscles to support the weight they had been carrying. In the fluorescent silence of the hospital room that followed, the medical reality of her condition was laid bare. The doctors spoke of electrolyte imbalances, bone density loss, and the strain on her heart. They explained that the body keeps a meticulous score of every missed meal and every ignored signal, and it had finally decided to shut down to protect what little was left.
