I always find it amusing how people find it acceptable to condemn thin people, but morally reprehensible to do so to fat fucks; that our consumption culture finds gluttony based eating disorders deserving of public sympathy and shifts social-etiquette to pity the pigs (thus enabling them), while simultaneously skewing non-participatory eating disorders as something that one should be ashamed of – as if one mental illness is more deserving of compassion, than another. Ironic that the ones evolved from lack of willpower, instead of the ones necessitating a strong will get the respect. Another oddity is the assumption that anyone thin, or large must have an eating disorder – nature comes in more than one size.
The shittiest aspect of these illnesses is that both in their own way are born of a culture that is geared towards consumption, but yet holds emaciation as an aesthetic ideal. Those who fall into either extreme seem to me to be the exemplar paragons of our societies virtues. Funny how apparent it is that our society is self-hating when confronted with a mirror.
The additional, and not unrelated, philosophy of self-consolation for our insecurities is the hypocrisy surrounding plastic surgery. Namely, the reverence we celebrate and shower upon those who undertake plastic surgery by transforming them into rich heroes within the entertainment industry, but cling self-righteous to the mixed conceit of a natural form as penultimate. There is no such thing as unnatural, or aberrant – mixing two paints to form a different color does not render the new color somehow inferior due to its evolution stemming from mental creativity, rather than physical flexibility – both are environmental mutations sculpted from raw clay. Nature is a self-correcting machine, Darwinism will remedy any problem without bias towards the social-judgments we value.