Shitlording at family gathering, I finally had enough. Yesterday my sister, father and myself were at a family gathering to celebrate my grandmother turning 85. Now most of my family is at the very least thin, if not outright fit ( my uncle is turning 54 soon and legit looks like a 34 year old pro athlete ). There is, however, on exception. Namely another uncle and his fucking hamily. Naturally, at every event, there's bound to be food. My sister has a great ( but lithe ) figure and is a very modest eater, this means that ever since we were little we've been hearing the same shit "are you sure you don't want X?", "You need to eat well!", "Are you sure you're done eating/don't want more?", especially from my grandmother. Of course, the eating habits of my at least 350 pound niece ( a month younger than my sister ) is never, ever mentioned. Yesterday I had enough, we both knew it was coming and I told my sister to let me handle it if anyone bitched about her not eating a third plate of food. It only took 30 fucking minutes, no food had even entered the picture, before my grandmother felt the need to tell my sister "be sure to eat enough". I turn to her and audibly say "<my sister>  has a perfectly fine figure, clearly she's eating enough. Now if we want to talk about unhealthy eating habits there are people at this table we could be talking about, wouldn't you agree?" Dead. Fucking. Silence. Everyone heard me, I didn't blink an eye as I stared down my niece, her feeder ( im dead serious, this guy is thin, even looks fairly fit and he gets her food, no questions asked. Lots of food. ) and her fatfuck, beetusstricken mother. She starts excreting butter from her eyesocket, my grandmother attempts to chastise me. I set her straight, gloriously supported by the previously mentioned swolebro uncle. Bonus: at the buffet, my niece was the last person eating. She kept eating long after the 20 adult men were done. They bring out the ice, the hamplanet uncle sits down at our table and asks my sister if she doesn't want any icecream, no, she doesn't. He turns to me and jokes "well I guess you'll have to go more often then". I look him in the eye and tell him "No, I really don't, certain people are making enough passes ( of the buffet ) for the both of us" and look over at my niece. He looks down at his full size plate of icecream, gets up and leaves without saying another word. Good.