A Rant About Fat Mothers and Fatties Claiming Eating Disorders I lived in an abusive home growing up. My mom was a ham, surprise! My step-father was thin, but only due to a medical condition. He had the mentality of a fatty, so he would have been one too if possible. I was thin. Very thin. I was clinically underweight. At check- ups, the doctor would often suspect that I had an eating disorder. Nope, just an abusive home. I would get in trouble for eating. I would get called a hog if I ever had a snack outside of meals. I was called a hog while eating meals prepared for me by her. I used to miss school during summer, because I missed getting to eat lunch. Yeah, at some point the assholes decided that me eating lunch was unnecessary snacking. All my fat mother bought was junk food, and I ofcourse was told that I was disgusting for eating junk food. I just wasn't suppose to eat anything. My mother once pinched my calves saying how fat and jiggly they were. This was after I had fucked my ankle up and had stayed  off of it for 6 weeks. Yeah, lack of exercise and lack of anything in my diet that wasn't chips and ice cream bars made my legs soft. Again, I was 5 and a half feet and under 100 pounds. I had no tone, because I was literally starving. This abuse led me to disordered eating. I spent my early 20's inadvertently starving myself. I was convinced that I ate like a hog but was just naturally skinny. Over time, I started to combat these thoughts with the help of a doctor. I realized that I was choosing to eat very little while convincing myself I was eating a lot.  I broke free of my disordered eating. Overtime, I got chubby. I could have been a fat activist who cried about being told she was fat growing up, hit starvation mode, and was now fat and proud. Instead, I tracked what I was eating and made changes. I am now at a low but healthy BMI.  I'm fucking sick of these butter huffers crying about their "eating disorders". I'm sick of them crying that they were told that they were fat when they were younger when they were in fact fat. It must have been so hard for your parents to actually care about your health. My family actually did to me what they pretend was done to them. And I still grew up to be able to count calories without being triggered. I grew up and took control of my body. They have yet to grow up.  (Please excuse typos. I wrote this up on my IPad.)