Fats encouraged, SJW Hammy, and my efforts ignored I guess I'll start off saying that I have anorexia nervosa. However, I'm healthy. I'm managing to keep my bmi healthy (20) and do the whole 'recovery' fight deal. I am in great shape, health wise (which couldn't be said a year ago,so I've made progress). Anyway, due to my disorder and depressingly long laundry list of other things I was placed in inpatient and a partial program. There I met Social Justice Ham, who was a mini moon slowly ballooning into deathfat. Senorita Planeta who was just a smidge closer to deathfat and M'ilday Moon, who was our resident ham fedora enthusiast. So to start off, I'm going to say I never took note of anybody else's food choices except for Senorita Planeta, simply because this ham sat next to me. I had to smell it, and hear her inhale it. Her lunch was two boxes of hot pockets and a box of pizza rolls, consistently for weeks. So fast forward just a few hours from the first time I meet these hams. It's already well documented that I've dropped some bodyweight, but I've also started bringing lunch to that shitfest. Does that count for anything? Apparently not, they wanted me to keep a food journal. Slowly gaining and bringing things homemade chicken and veggie soup for lunch is more worrying then the potential deathfats in the room. They completely ignored the blatant binge eating going on shamelessly around the lunch table. In group M'ilday Moon acknowledged they were fat 'medically'. My head is screaming "well why don't you do something about that then?", but how'd that sound coming from the anorexic boy (who's also striving for health)? If there's one thing I've learned through group therapy its to NEVER better yourself. Don't do anything of benefit if it has nothing to do with our lazily thrown together program. Anyway Social Justice Ham of course had something to say and it's this "Who's to say being fat is bad." I blurt out "Doctors" And everything gets uncomfortably quiet. The girl sitting next to me scarfing hot pockets like she's afraid we're gonna take them stops.  The health professionals in the room know I'm right. They can't sugar coat things anymore. No, if I get to know all the adverse effects of starving myself. These fat fucks get to know the adverse effects of over eating. This whole thing pissed me off at the time. It was a rough time and everyone was zeroing in on me rather then letting me work on it and just observe quietly. Now, I'm not pissed, just a bit irritated that those kids have most definitely been allowed to balloon while in the hands of mental health and medical professionals. It's disgusting, but at least I'm not underweight and dehydrated anymore so there's that.