Seems kind of trivial to talk about anything else with this hanging over our heads, but I suppose the most productive, uplifting way to respond is by keeping our heads high and remembering what matters, and what's going to matter in 10 or 20 or 50 years. Not our weights, not what we had for breakfast, not how many calories we burned at the gym, not whether or not our butts looked kind of chunky in skinny jeans. What's going to matter is how we invested our time and our intelligence and our love. How we helped people just because. How we tried as hard as we could to make the world a happier, safer, more tolerant place. How we drank the damn Boost even though it sucked, and put up with the pain and the ickiness and the tears because what good are we doing by hurting ourselves? How we hurt ourselves because we were sick, and then came out on the other side and STILL wanted to invest our time and our intelligence and our love in others.
That's what will matter, and that's all I can see worth taking away from something like this. Because something like this should never happen, it just shouldn't.