Damn right. At my peak weight well over a decade ago, I had a BMI of 29. I fucking hated it. I hated being embarrassed to take off my shirt. I hated being pudgy, I hated being slow, being weak, being unattractive. I was tall enough that I just brushed it off as me being a big guy. I joked about how I had enough stored energy for any famines. Eating was something I was good at, so I tried to eat more than anyone else. Sad times, I guess I thought I might as well be good at something, since I couldn't compete in most other activities. But I wasn't even close to being happy with myself. So don't ever believe a fat person is happy with their body. They may say it out loud, but when they look in the mirror part of them dies. It's like someone who was blinded claiming they never really liked seeing anyway. We can all see the delusion.