Defensive planet called me anorexic and spouted fatlogic all night I recently went to a friend's house to chill and catch her up on Rick and Morty. She's recently stopped sports and put on the pudge, but so far still under a 25 BMI. Her sister however is obese and always has been. Sister's new boyfriend, Ricky, is full-on ham planet. Ricky began the night after I introduced myself by pulling a dozen Polish chocolate and fudge bars from various pockets on his person. "It's great being a fat guy because I can hide candy everywhere." were his exact words. Not long after he went into a story about his 5ft asian friend who apparently had a frame exactly like mine, and when I asked for clarification, he said "anorexic, like you, samantha721." Two minutes after meeting me and its already defensively insulting my weight... Awesome.  I've been on FPH here and on reddit for years but this was the first time a ham accused me on being anorexic, and I was really high, so I started laughing immediately after he said it and told him I was perfectly healthy, just not fat. He didn't respond to that, but talked about how awesome being fat is because it keeps you warm, gives you big baggy clothes (as if that's good), and makes you cuddlier like a teddy bear. When he stopped talking and looked at me expectantly, I just responded that I have really nice cheek bones and abs, and my friend and her sister starting giving me shit for bragging, but again, I just laughed at them and agreed.  Later in the night we were looking at the new three week old puppies and hammy decided to counter everything I said with fat logic (about puppies??) and I started making as many fat comments as possible to piss the ham off. It went like:  "Aw, look at fat princess!" ---- "We're just big boned"  "So many flesh rolls." ---- "It's stored energy" "They're always so hungry." ---- "Live fast, eat fast!"  "Better make sure they don't get too fat" ---- "They're more beautiful this way." Sure fatty, sure.  After puppies we went back to the kitchen where hammy talked about its awesome Thanksgiving, putting melted brown sugar on every single bite of ham it had. It was so hilariously unapologetic about its love for being fat that I was laughing the whole time because I could not actually believe I was talking to a fatlogic ham in person. Everything he said about weight was directed towards me specifically, and it didn't talk to me about anything but weight, so I can only assume my existence must have triggured it into defensive fat-rants.  I really hope I get to see this walking water bed again, because I'm going to go full shitlady next time and exhaust its fat-love, excuses and fatlogic. I hope it hates me if it doesn't already.