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Sometimes, food can really hurt you.

They had a case today. A young teenage girl had killed herself because she was tormented by other girls because she didn't have a perfect body. She was a bit chubbier than the other girls with their Size Two figures. They said that she ate too much.

It didn't matter that she was a straight A student. It didn't matter that she won first place in an statewide art show. It didn't matter that she was the lead soloist in choir. It didn't matter that she had a father that loved her. It didn't matter.

They had found all this out by talking to her father. By simply reading her diary, they had found out that she was taking weight-loss pills. That, after meals, she'd go into the bathroom and throw up.

In her diary, she said that everyone hated her. That everyone teased her. That she'd wait until the locker room was empty to change, because girls would tease her. In her diary, she said that they were right. That she was fat. That she ate too much. That she couldn't stand to look in the mirror anymore. That her mother left because she couldn't stand to look at her daughter.

One day, the teasing just went too far. She had taken a rope, and tied it to a rafter in her attic. She had gotten a stool, and set it on the floor. She had tied a noose in the rope, gotten on the stool, and slipped it around her neck. She had kicked the stool away.

Her father found her like that.

He called the cops. The officers called Special Victims Unit. Two detectives, a man and a woman, came. The man looked at the girl with hurt in his eyes. She looked like his daughter. The woman looked at the girl with a compassionate stare. They shared a knowing glance at each other, and then got to their jobs.