So here I am.Sitting on a hard mattress, laid out on the cold tiled floor, laptop in my lap, sister sitting next to me eating some ethnic snack.I binged today. Again. Out of stress, anxiety, and frustration. I’m apparently skinnier than I was when I last saw my boyfriend, 10 or so months ago. And yet single days, where I eat, the guilt is unimaginable. I fear I have come to the point, where I do...