How I know it's past the point of no return My sister in law has always had a weight problem. And always been a jealous bitch ("Oh my God, Mangia, your clothes look like doll clothes, tee hee!") She's officially past the point of no return: after popping out a couple kids, declaring herself a feminist (and posting a shitload of pictures on social media of one of the kids feeding at her udders, like full on boob shot, hashtag "normalizebreastfeeding"), and of course continuing to devolve into a blob - she dyed her hair purple.  Dear sweet Jesus, she bought the starter kit. Can't wait to see the #effyourbeautystandards that's coming.