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My claim for my essay is that k-idols diets are unhealthy and scares, the idols diets are so crazy! The idols are being starved, only eating one thing and that’s not healthy at all. The young ladies from The 9Muses use “the cup diet” this diet is just fitting one meal into a small Dixie cup that’s how the girls keep their nice figure for their albums. Other bands just have the idols starve in order to loose weight, this is very dangerous and you should never do it.

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  1. This will be a very interesting argumentative topic. Thank you for sharing your post this week.

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