p>i>br>'I was twenty-six years old and an associate b>beauty editor/b> at Lucky, one of the b>top fashion magazines/b> in America. That’s all that most people knew about me. But beneath the surface, I was full of secrets: I was a b>drug addict/b>, for one. b>A pillhead/b>. I was also an b>alcoholic-in-training/b> who guzzled warm Veuve Clicquot after work alone in my boss’s office with the door closed; a conniving and manipulative b>uptown doctor-shopper/b>; a salami-and-provolone-puking b>bulim