I know a nasty fatty who posts drama and attention whoring crap all the time on her Facebook, she likes to make out that she is depressed and had BPD. When I explained being diagnosed BPD on my 18th birthday and asked her when she was, of course she had to backtrack, as soon as she realised that she now has someone in her life that could rip her whole fake story apart, she quickly stopped posting the BPD memes.  I don't know if this is my experience alone or not but I can spot fakers a mile off, and I despise them and I despise this nasty fat bitch who has her tendrils wrapped around my young, naive friend,  I just try to get through daily life, I hate seeing fakers trivialise the hell that I and others go through. My one comfort is that should someone cross a line with faking illnesses in front of me, the BPD rage that has ruined many things for me would quickly appear and they would eat humble pie.  I hate the fat fucks , I hate them for using mental illnesses like a prized badge collection and I hate them for making true sufferers look bad.