When I was in high school, my life was totally on track. I dreamed of being a musical theater star, so I took lessons with a prestigious voice teacher in New York and signed with a talent agent. My parents agreed to let me go to auditions in Manhattan if I maintained an A average, which I did — senior year, I took all AP courses and applied to 17 colleges. Under the surface, though, I had a big, painful secret:

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This article also appeared in Cosmopolitan.

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