Now, let me establish a base. I have known personally not one, not two, not three, but four people with eating disorders. One was a good guy friend, and two were actually girls I dated. Funny the things you find out once you get to know someone.
So, brandishing my +10 Sword of Opinion, I know enough about anorexics and bulimics, both cured and suffering, and frankly, I think it is bullshit. I do not doubt that these people have problems; I just think it is critically ridiculous that you can live in this country and NOT EAT. California alone is said to be made out of delicious hamburgers and doughnuts. Bryne has illustrated this fact below:
If The Big One happened, and we had an earthquake with a 10.0 on the Richter scale, the worst thing that would happen is that every In and Out Burger and Krispy Kreme in the state would go out of business. But seriously. Eating is in my Top Five Most Favorite Things To Do Ever. Eating is mandatory. Eat.
Please refrain from the “BUT COSMO SAYS I’M FAT.” Well I ain’t down with that. The Media Makes Me Feel Fat is a no-go for me. If it makes you feel bad, don’t participate. Don’t watch Television. Don’t go to the movies. “Don’t buy beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.” Pay no attention to fashion models who wear negative size clothing alligator-clipped to their hip bones. “OH BUT…” No butts. Actually, yes Butts. Please. Butts are nice. My Zugaconda don’t want none unless you got BUNS, hon.
In college-school, a professor of mine was joking around about psychological problems, saying that all psychological disorders are caused by two things. Not getting enough hugs as a kid, or getting too many hugs as a kid. Anorexics didn’t get enough hugs as kids.
America has recently been dubbed The Fattest And Laziest Country In The Universe by the World Buerau of WTF (Where’s The Fat?). How is it that we have Anorexia at all? Why does it even exist? Alas, I may be an Internet Scientist, but I am not a Fat scientist, so I cannot answer that.
But I *can* help.