A Message of Hope to Those With Bulimia

I've been reading this book about a girl who died from bulimia. It’s called Andrea’s Voice. At first I kind of felt bad but the more I read, the more pissed I get. I just have no tolerance for people with eating disorders. Man, put your life into perspective. When I think of the homeless kids all over the world who would literally give their arm to have the meal you just threw up, I want to smash every little bulimic bitch's head against a toilet. You're an asshole! Maybe that’s why people don't like you and not because you don’t look like a rail. And maybe if you spent less time with your finger down your throat and more time being an appreciative socially acceptable human, you would have the unconditional love you think you're going to win by not eating. I don’t think they should have therapy for eating disorders, but a foreign exchange program. Every jackass diagnosed with an eating disorder trades places with someone in Africa for month. Maybe they would come back with something valuable, like AIDS. Because the way I see it, there’s nothing like a terminal illness to make you see that you're not disordered; you're just an idiot.