deleted by user https://voat.co/v/fatpeoplehate/1241308 Here's my post on our first encounter.  I'm sad to say that since both grandparents have passed. I didn't get to see one of them, but I was lucky enough to get to fly back to the states and see the other while she was still lucid.  Today i went to a language exchange event and fatty fat fat was there. She beelines for me and immediately starts talking about food - "oh, you look so skinny now! What's your secret? Been "not hungry" lately? Then she laughed.  I haven't been in the best mood today. I said, "I eat completely normally. I cook by myself and I weigh everything I eat until I can get a better eyeballing grasp on weights of food. I also go to the gym almost every day and walk around 12,000 steps a day. I rarely eat more than 1,500 calories." Fatty foo foo eyed me and my gin and tonic (friends with the bartender gets me a little more off the top) and then gives me a disbelieving glance. "Do you know how many calories are in that?" "Maybe 200 or 250. I'll look up the exact specs later." "God, so you just blow 250 calories on a stupid drink?" Fatty is drinking what looks to be vodka and some sort of juice and grenadine, along with cherries along the stem. Its not her first drink of the night.  Fatty talks about drinking Starbucks a lot. I ask her if she's had it today. She says yes, she treats herself on Sundays to a medium frappuccino with extra caramel. 420 calories. Add extra sugar drink of maybe 300 calories (not good at estimating things I don't know exact specs of). This is her second drink.  "So that's 1000 calories. That's 200 less than how many I've consumed today, including this drink." Fatty stares at me and shakes her head. "I eat totally healthy. I had a salad for lunch and I skipped breakfast." "Uh huh. And what did you have for dinner?" "McDonalds. But just the small nuggets." "So there you go. That's why you're fat." Fatty proceeds to REEEE about genetics. I roll my eyes at her and say, "your obesity is no one's fault but your own." "But muhhh genetics and I barely ate today and---" "And you drank almost 1000 calories in liquid. Plus you're probably lying, and you have had other food today." Fatty looked at me with a very sour face. "You don't understand your metabolism allows you to eat way more than me. I have hypothyroidism and I can't exercise because of my joints. I can't go running." I shook my head. "I can't go running because I have a (recently diagnosed) medical issue. But I'm strength training and in six months I should be able to resume running." "That's only because you're thin! I bet now you're not running you're going to get fat too." I was just done with the fatlogic. I finished my drink and started to walk away to practice language exchange - the reason I came in the first place.  Behind me fatty REEs about her slow metabolism and how could I know what it's right and I'm a bully and anorexic and she's going to tell all our mutual friends that I'm a "fucking cunt". Her third drink arrives.  I'm a little tipsy at this point (light weight extraordinaire) and I turn around and say, "Have fun with that." Then I went about my evening practicing my target language while Fatty had 1-2 more sugary gross drinks.  But you know. Liquid calories probably don't count in her head.  (Sorry. Just needed to rant. I hate this fucking bitch)