Thanks Joanna! I don't think my parents, well my mother mostly, "gets it." She'll always ask me if I'm still "seeing that lady" and then asks why I am going and why I need to go and that I must have "psychological problems" if I go see her. It gets me so mad. We finally had a little email exchange a few weeks ago where I sort of explained that she and my dad were the ones that suggested I go talk to someone about my "eating problems." I think she just feels badly because I don't talk to her about things but I go talk to this random person. You know? I don't want to talk to them and try to explain things because they won't get it. My dad is much better at having conversations with me than my mom. I'm still not sure I want to "get better." I don't like hating my body and being miserable sometimes, but I don't want to gain weight. I don't think I need to. I want to be tiny (I'm short, just under 5'1"), so it makes sense for me to be small. Now I'm really babbling.