I'm with Roz on this. Your comment threads disturbed me a good bit, albeit I can most certainly understand why people get so angry about the topic. A few things: I don't know and bloody well do not care who this person Tess is. I do not follow, watch or consume this kind of social media for all the reason that you make clear in your article without specifically saying so: social media, most particularly around the human body, is fucking SICK. I developed anorexia in 1975, decades before it was a THING, and battled ED of all kinds long before, for a total of more than forty years. I went through binge eating, obesity, bulimia, and all kinds of garden variety OCDs around food. There were no clinics, no specialists, and as I found out the hard way, the counseling community had no fucking clue. I battled that shit alone, and I ended it alone, having done some serious damage to myself and lost all my teeth in the process by 2011. Remarkably I had found a way to eat better and get in shape, but I couldn't stop compulsive chewing and spitting,which has nothing to do with hunger, and everything to do with having a need to bleed off the guilt and anxiety from multiple rapes in the military. That said, what so called "expertise" I might have has nothing whatsoever to do with anything, I cannot and would not have the hubris to diagnose anyone else's eating issues, but I sure as shit can see the signs. That is from deep empathy and decades of first hand experience. We deny, we negotiate, we become expert liars, and in fact we are in the grip of this awful disorder. It is as unique a journey as our fingerprints. I developed considerable knowledge and understanding of what was happening to me but that didn't stop me from being consumed by the ED. If anything, my increased knowledge became an additional layer of feigned expertise while my teeth rotted. Ultimately, none of us has the right to opine about anyone else's body or body issues, whether we are attacking Lizzo for her size or Celine Dion for turning into a matchstick. Frankly, it's none of our fucking business, and heaping hate on one another is hardly helpful. Learning to be in life is hard enough. My ED journey was driven by assault. Yours? Others? Does it matter? EDs kill. Nearly killed me. The vitriol I see expressed on this thread isn't healing, isn't helpful. It's inhumane. But hey,that's just me. What do I know? Only this; I survived and healed myself from forty years of EDs. I am fucking lucky to be alive. Had I been subjected to social media hate,I likely would not have made it.