We bulimic people are almost like everyone else. From the outside, we can give the impression to be pretty well-balanced, confident about our lives and futures, successful in our careers. There sure is a little weird feeling about us (we are often told that we are different), but it isn’t really striking, especially when the relationships remains superficial. We are pretty much like aliens amongst humans : while possessing every attribute of normality, we don’t really fit in the context.