She is over the moon (as the cow jumps). She is literally beaming in delight that a jewspaper article validated her fake ass made up eating disorder. She has never, ever posited any evidence to her wannarexia beyond “I forget to eat for 8-12 hours sometimes

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I had a friend who almost died, as in her 17 year old heart almost gave up because she was surviving on a handful of carrot sticks a day for months until her body didn’t have the electrolytes to pump her heart. She became a manipulative, mean liar because she had to lie and deceive everyone all the time to keep her secret obsession on track. When she had a seizure, turned yellow with black around her eyes, and dropped, she was finally put into recovery, which meant like 2 months in an inpatient facility with other anorexics, group therapy, and an aggressive refeeding program where she had to eat 6,000 calories a day, usually achieved with an extra Jamba Juice and a lot of peanut butter on top of her high protein and fat meals. She fucking hated it, I once witnessed her mom screaming at her to finish her smoothie, and she started shaking and crying and hyperventilating, and like moaning and croaking, then weakly attempted to say she was finished and hide that she left about 40% of it in her cup. She was deeply, psychologically bent on not eating and she would sneak out at night to jog in her neighborhood for like three hours to burn calories. Recovery was a horrifying nightmare, it’s truly a miracle she’s alive, her heart is probably fucked forever, and she’s still thin, never ever got back to being fat.
The fact that Tess thinks fasting, skipping a meal, or feeling insecure around stuffing her maw in front of others is even in the same universe… I’m going to put on my extra tall stovepipe to smack the candy out of this fat sow’s bloated face.