A note I like to repeat endlessly for all lurking fatties. I once was obese, now I fit into what translates to American sizes 0-2. My guhnetics are actually shitty. I have (real) Hashimoto's disease and muh thyroid hardly exists anymore, have hypermobile joint syndrome so my connective tissue is also shit, my spine is straight as a pencil and I need to consciously correct my posture in order to avoid daily migraines. I was freaking close to skin cancer several times in my life and there's a good chance it's going to get me before I hit 50. I need psychological assistance to not get wrecked by depression. And you know what, I was still able to quit the fatness without whining on the internet about my fucking sweaty thighs, oh my god. There are no excuses.