I read all of the posts here and I guess I'll post my feelings on the matter. I've been so thin and had such little body fat that I lost that "time of the month" for over a year. I've always been a runner, but during this time I worked my body to the point of just shutting down. After that, when I began eating "normally" and exercising "normally" I gained a lot of weight-- I was around 145. Going from being underweight to the borderline of overweight was absolutely excruciating for my mind. I had a broken metabolism and that's how I felt: completely broken. I felt enormous to the point that I didn't want to leave the house.
It's true, I have no idea what it's like to be a 100 pounds overweight. But I do know what it's like to suffer because of weight gain, and I know what it's like when your clothes don't fit properly and you feel humiliated at your appearance. This was nearly 10 years ago, and it became difficult to find a happy medium. I always watch myself and if I start to get carried away with working out (i.e. running 15 miles one day and then deciding that it's a good idea to do 2 hours of cardio the next day) I back off. I used to not allow myself a day off, and when I was bigger I was too humiliated to go to the gym, so now I always make sure I don't get caught in either end of the spectrum- I run, but not more than 40 miles a week, but also not less than 20 unless I am ill or injured.
I guess this has been a drawn out way to saying that while underweight, healthy, overweight, and obese have actual numerical meanings in terms of how much body fat one carries, "fat" is a very, very subjective term.
We all have a starting point and an ending point. We all get there in different ways. I've found that for me the best thing to do is be encouraging to everyone and try my best not to judge- we all know that we're our own worst critics and it would be irresponsible to tell someone that their journey is less significant than that of another person.
As for whether I call myself fat and mean it? Not so much anymore. There are days I'm uncomfortable in my skin, but I don't truly believe I'm fat. I work out hard, but I still eat too many sweets. I'm a human being and sometimes I'm weak. I can honestly say that I am more balanced now than I have been in the last 10 years, and while my goal weight is important, it's not something that I continually beat myself up about.
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