Fat shaming works I'm a male systems engineer who is 35 years old. After high school I gained some weight and got fat. Not massive on a hamplanetary scale, but enough that my innate self worth never got over the fact that I was doing this to myself. At 5'8" I never got past 185 lbs, but still, I knew (not even deep down) that this physical state was my fault. My body was a manifestation of the disregard I had for it, a physical display of what was dysfunctional about myself. Dysfunctions I could fix. If I had never grown up in a world that was brave enough to tell me that being fat is gross and wrong, I may have gotten above 200 lbs. Fat shaming works. I never had a doubt that my 20 extra lbs of fat was disgusting. 2 years ago I moved to Japan, a country that, while starting to have their own obesity problem, has no cultural reservations about telling you that you're fat. Or letting you know when you've gained weight. So as soon as I got here I started going to the gym. This fat shaming was part of every day society, and it is a positive thing. I trust the country with the world's longest life expectancy to be correct when they tell me my fat fucking fat ways are wrong. Fat shaming works. So for 2 years I've been on the right path. Portion control. Fish, lean meats, and vegetables. Exercise. It's not fucking hard, but it took shame for me to admit it. Never allow somebody to think otherwise without a fight. Fat shaming works. Point is, keep up the good fight. Don't let ham acceptance win. It's morally repugnant. Be open, be honest, regardless of the consequences. You can run faster than these sacks of shit anyway. My body was my sin, and I was depressed because of it. Nowadays without 5 hours a week of lifting weights I get reminded of exactly why I felt bad constantly. Ever present fat shaming reminded me that there was something wrong in my life. Acceptance would have been slow suicide, and HAES would have been an accomplice. People can change, even if it takes a few emotional feelbads. Fat shaming works.