There's an awful lot of pro-anerexia and pro-bulimia sites out there. A lot of them spout stuff about deciding to not be a 'victim' any more and how it's their body and their choices. Which is quite true. 'Starving for perfection' they call it and it's *the* new lifestyle choice (and not a disease). Apparently for every dying teenage bulimic girl there are 100,000 others living with it, coping with it and (gulp!) enjoying it.
The other 'movement' out there that I find interesting is the one that teaches folk to be happy being fat. Their ideology involves saying fuck off to society and its obsession with fitness, youth and (common) beauty. Both groups believe confidence is the 'key' to accepting and loving your shape and that self love (no, not that kind of self love) is more highly prized than than the other kind (the kind where someone else loves you). After all, how can you expect someone else to love you if you don't...(I cannot bear to finish that quote).

I've learned all about negative calories and calorie-free soup today (hot water with a grain of salt in it). I was talking to a girl in the office and was having a rant about those awful coloured rubber 'charity' bracelets and the proliference of hideous white gypsy skirts (they never even looked good on fucking gypsies so why, WHY?) when a fat bird walked past wearing three of those bracelets and a long flowing gypsy skirt. I watched her walk to her desk and I could tell by the way she sat down that she was cool, that she loved herself (so therefore probably had someone to love her back) and that she was really going to enjoy that tub of Pringles she had been to the kitchen to collect.