Whilst I may not personally have the soundest of relationships with food and eating habits or with my body or myself, it seems that it could be a lot worse. And worse than any personal issue or problem, it seems Society as a whole has a pretty crazy, a pretty warped, a pretty futile outlook on such matters. Pain, punishment and perfection are the path of enlightenment that we are encouraged to pursue, madly, blindly, at all cost; a mystic, confusing holy grail.
Here’s another conversation on the matter:
I Spy with My Idiosyncratic Eye 
I'd love to know what you think, concrit is especially welcomed on fiction pieces. Thank you.