It has been my experience that family members are the meanest and rudest when it comes to commenting on someone's weight. My family is obsessed with weight. When I was young, I was always called fat by my grandmother worst of all, and then my mother. Both of them who were overweight themselves.
I still remember a lot of the remarks they made, even though the bulk of them were over a decade ago. One time, when I was like 9, I remember my mom harping on me about my weight and I asked her why she always harped on me and not my sister, and she replies "because she's not the one with a weight problem!"
The thing is, when I look back at pictures of myself at those ages where they would hound me about being fat, I wasn't even fat! I WISH I looked like that now. Especially in high school--those were ripe times for my family about comments on my weight, but I was NOT fat at all! I had hips and boobs but I was a normal weight! It makes me angry that I could never be happy with my body because I always thought i was fat even when I wasn't. I have NEVER work sleeveless shirts. Even in middle and high school, I thought my arms were too fat and they weren't!
About 2 years ago, when I was in college, I remember wearing a pair of pants that my mom thought were too tight. She said she could see cellulite on the back of my legs. I sobbed and sobbed--even my b*itchy sister sympathized with me on that one. My mom has always struggled with her weight, and she would always say that she didn't want me to suffer the same fate, which I understand, and her comments were her way of trying to motivate me to lose. I asked her if mean and critical comments helped her lose, and she said no, yet continued to criticize me.
And my sister is another story. She is SUCH a b*itch especially when it comes to my weight. She's always called me names, fatso, fatass, and so on. Last year she told me that I would be a virgin for the rest of my life (little did she know, that ship had already sailed) because of my weight.
Aunts, uncles, cousins, have been no different. I have been called fat, and told that I should lose weight by every person in my family at least once. Last year, when my mother passed away suddenly, I didn't eat for 3 days. Suddenly, there was tons of food at the house, as usual when someone dies, and I couldn't stop eating. I remember my uncle's mother (not related to me AT ALL) asked me if I should *really* be eating a peice of pizza.
The thing is, friends and even men have seem to have no problem with my weight at all. Yes, I know I am fat, but I am attractive, and I have even been told as much by many a stranger, male and females alike, EVEN at this, the highest weight of my life. In fact, I would say, I've recieved more male attention NOW that I am just 22lbs shy of 300, than ever in my life. And not from losers either--from smart, attractive, men. Fat does not mean unattractive or undesirable, like my family seems to believe.
I know my family loves and cares about me and doesn't MEAN to hurt my feelings (except maybe, my sister) and only want to help but WHY do they think that making mean remarks is the way to go about it. I've been on this journey almost a month and I can say with absolute certainty that it is not because someone made an insensitive comment abotu my weight.
. It's all about how YOU feel about yourself....that's what matters. But with myself, I'm VERY insecure being over-weight. I won't wear a bathing suit without a big tshirt over it, I won't wear a tank top....UGH! It's just very hard to deal with. 
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