Some family just sucks though. No one has the gall to talk about my weight especially now that I'm older however, my grandmother has issues.
When I was young, maybe in middle school, she decided it would be funny to tell me what a b*tch I was in front of my friends. The purpose was merely to get a laugh out of them and to seem "cool" with them. She's very concerned with these things.
It's hard to decipher when people "mean well" and when they're "really mean". Once I know it's the latter, I pretty much don't deal with them, family or not.