Dude, don't look at its website, which is essentially a blog, and a badly written one at that. As a person who has dealt with an actual diagnosed eating disorder, addiction, and actually has issues they have overcome and dealt with in in life, this cunt is offending. Instead of rising to a challenge, she competes in the oppression Olympics and tries to justify every shitty character flaw on a disorder or some asinine experience that left her scarred forever. Suck it up, you obese fupachup. (Get it? Cause she looks like a damn lollipop with that ginormous gut.. I'll see myself out...) An excerpt from this hog's website blog:  If there's a crusty yellow pus-filled sore on a girl's arm, you can bet she's aware of it. Other than the fact that it probably hurts like a bitch, she's likely praying that no one will call attention to it because bug bite- covered limbs are embarrassing enough, but a mental illness compelling you to dig holes in your own epidermis takes the cake. Don't draw attention to your daughter's (or other loved one's) bug bites or mole or C minus in Spanish unless absolutely necessary, and done in a compassionate and quiet tone of voice.  The reason you can't stop picking at yourself is the same reason you're obese, you blame every fucking thing on some self diagnosed disorder and you have no fucking impulse control. A 4 year old with chickenpox shows more restraint than you do. Oh, and when you're doing harmful shit, like growing as wide as you are tall and giving yourself meth-head skin, parents are supposed to tell you to stop. It's not "body policing" it's telling you to cut the shit and stop being a fat grease splotch on the family name. If you were my kid you'd be tied to the tredmill until you didn't need a cane to aid your God damn obesity. You're a fucking joke and a societal burden.  These things somehow manage to get worse as time goes on. When will they die already?