Totally.

Mark Morford, a couple of years behind the game, writes about the pro-ana fad. (Oh, I hope it's a fad.) This completely made me laugh:

It's more than just the usual bizarre admixture of magazine ads and media spectacle and celebrity whoredom that makes them want, at all costs, to appear completely bedraggled and curveless and perpetually expressionless and completely unsexy and looking like meth-addicted mannequins with bleached teeth and flat-ironed eyelashes and stapled stomachs and dry, brittle spines and totally cute shoes.

Morford says it's loneliness and wanting to belong that also drives some girls to emaciation. Which reminded me of another great essay I read a few days ago on SoMA arguing against predestination which had a choice quotable from Midnight Cowboy:

I’m lonesome. I’m lonesome so I’m a drunk. I’m lonesome so I’m a dope fiend. I’m lonesome so I’m a thief, a fornicator, a whoremonger. Poop, I say, poop! I’ve heard it all and I’m sick of it, sick to death... Lonesomeness is something you take. You hear? Dammit, you take it and go about your business, that’s all.