yes, family is tough, especially a family (mother & sister) that refuses to believe you have an eating disorder, that say "you're just trying to make excuses for being a fat, lazy, bitch, you just need to stop being so f-ing lazy, stop trying to pin blame on everything but yourself, and just eat less" And boy does that hurt! (still) Really, I shouldn't expect anything different, whatever happens or has happened (right from birth I think) in my life, there is usually some needy, defensive, coping mechanism on their part, that puts itself first, before any need to care about me even gets a look in.