DEAR FORMER FRIEND, YOU'RE NOT AN INSTAGRAM FITNESS MODEL, YOU'RE NOT A RECOVERING ANOREXIC, AND YOU'VE BEEN VEGAN 10 MINUTES. SHUT THE FUCK UP. HOLY FUCKING SHIT AM I PISSED OFF.  I went to Uni with this girl, she lived with some friends of mine and I ended up carrying her home when she was smashed a few times cause I didn't really drink at the time and I'd rather nobody die/get attacked. She tried to bond with me over our "mutual" eating disorders. Yeah, I had a BMI of 17, my doctor's threating to section me and my hair's falling out, but you puke up your chips and rose wine every Friday night so we're definitely 100% the same, you waste of oxygen. Anyway, life goes on, we graduate, we don't speak but are social media friends. Every FUCKING day she posts about her "fitness" her "monday motivation" and how she's SO BRAVE YOU GUYS for recovering. SHE WAS NEVER FUCKING SICK. And she's always posting these fucked up twisted body selfies to try to show how 'proud' she is of her "recovery body". She's at least a stone overweight, if not closer to two. I fucking hate her. She's exactly what used to terrify me about recovery. Worthless cunt is potentially fucking up so many other legitimately ill people with her fake as shit disorder, her stupid fucking blog, and her cunting flabby rolls of fat.