The very thing, the very freaking thing that had triggered my sisters eating disorder was when my sister was in the car with either her dad or mine, can't remember, and he said something about her having "dimples" in her legs.
Then just this morning, I am on the phone with my sister and in the kitchen sitting on one of the bar stools with my legs crossed and she goes:
Mum: "Psh" (noise to get my attention)
Mum: *smile* "Feel down here, put your hand on your thigh."
Me: "....?"
Mum: "Do you feel that? Cellulite, you're only 16, you can't be having cellulite!"
Me: "....." *walks to room*
Mum: "Oh don't get mad, even S******* (my sister) has cellulite!"
She says that...when I am fasting, there is not much I can do past not eating except not drinking water either, it is like she thrives in this, she her self is fat, way fatter than I, and has cellulite all over. It frustrates me to no end, what do you want from me? I already have the eating disorder, I am just sorry I am not even good enough at that for you.
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