My husband and I were just walking down the beach. An extremely emaciated girl bombed by us, jogging rapidly, and I commented to my husband how obviously anorexic she was and that I felt bad (I was anorexic for awhile about ten years ago). We stopped a few minutes later at the public restroom. I walked in the ladies room, and there was the same girl with her finger down her throat barfing her brains out. I didn't know what, if anything, to say. I used the toilet and when I came out she was gone. I don't know her from a hole in the wall, but I felt bad. People (friends and strangers) said plenty to me when I got gaunt, and I didn't resent their inquiries, though I didn't "get" them at the time. But of course everyone is different. My cousin is currently bulimic. It's the big family "secret." I also feel awkward about this situation. We are not super close, but I do see her a couple of times a year. I have tried to open up dialogue about my past experiences, but she doesn't bite. Leave it alone or try to help? I just feel awful as I sit here right now, knowing the inner pain that girl must be in. She wasn't even model thin, she was starving country famine victim thin, probably about 5'8" or so, 90 pounds or less.