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The key turns in the lock with a soft click, and I push the door open with a mix of excitement and nervousness. This is it. My first day of college, my first time living away from home, my first time sharing a room with a complete stranger. The dorm is small but neat—two twin beds, two desks, a closet split in half, and a wide window that lets in the soft glow of the setting sun. The air is thick with the scent of fresh fabric softener and cheap dorm furniture. I drop my bag by the bed and take a moment to scan the room. And then I see her. My new roommate. She’s already here, sitting on the opposite bed, scrolling through her phone absentmindedly. Small. That’s the first thing that hits me. She’s tiny—not just in height but in build. She looks almost fragile, her limbs delicate, her frame so slender she could pass for a high schooler, maybe even younger. She can’t be taller than 4’10” (147 cm), and she’s completely flat. Her body lacks any sort of curve—her chest