You can take the ham out of the bucket, but you can't take the fatlogic out of the ham. || Vent I've always been the thinnest one in my family. That said, before I taught myself about nutrition and fitness, I got to be 10-15lbs overweight. I hated my body. I felt lethargic and miserable and I had no confidence. I was in a relationship and I never wanted to be intimate because I was ashamed. I managed to lose the weight through (sometimes extreme) diet and exercise. Simple CICO. I've maintained my 17 bmi for almost a year now.  Enter my sister, who used to be rail thin as an adolescent, who has been +50lbs heavier than she is right now (still overweight tho), who does have PCOS and used it as an excuse for a long time. I thought she'd seen the light and I've been encouraging her to keep losing weight through diet/exercise. She's the only other person in my family- it SEEMED- that hadn't completely succumbed to fatlogic. My mom is morbidly obese and always talks about her guhnetikz and condishuns. She's a lost cause. My brother eats like a fatty but has a high metabolism for now. I always tell him to slow down or he'll end up like the rest of the hamily. He doesn't care and continues being a neckbeard. Oh well.  Now, my sister, brother, and I were sitting in the car eating some diabetes (read: wendy's). I see a lot of food shame on FPH but I'm not one to turn my nose up at a calorie-rich treat once in awhile. Let's ignore the fact that my Sis probably thought she was being "healthy" because she got a caesar salad and chilli cheese nachos. She most likely had the same amount of calories as I did. The conversation started to be about bodies, and I took the opportunity to show off my shitlady skills. I said, "I don't trust anyone in the health profession that's overweight. If you can't take care of yourself, how are you going to take care of me?" Sis tells me not to be so judgemental. "Maybe he has health conditions!!!!!" I laughed and told her that most weight-gain diseases cause 15lb gain MAX. And if he's a doctor, he should know how to compensate. I was met with "Well maybe he has an eating disorder!!!!" I couldn't believe my fucking ears. Excuses excuses excuses. I went on about CICO, mentioned my own weight loss success, how I hated being fat etc. Sis says, "I don't remember you ever being fat." I quickly grabbed my phone and showed her my before/after picture. She stared at it for awhile and said "Is that really you?" YES BITCH. But it gets better. I showed it to my brother in the backseat too. They both started saying things like "You were never fat." My sister interjects, "I wish I could be that skinny!!" (referring to the first picture, where I was Fat). I couldn't even deal with it anymore, I stopped talking and gave the rest of my fries to my Vacuum-cleaner brother. I was so mad that my weight loss wasn't being recognized. I worked super hard to shed those pounds and get fitter. But it doesn't matter to them because "I was never fat". They think that just because I wasn't OBESE I wasn't fat. My sister wasn't aiming for healthy, she was aiming for "skinnier," and judging by the reaction she had to my before picture, she would settle for still being overweight. What. WHAT. I'm sorry if this story is stupid but I needed to vent. I'm sick of being the only one with common sense in my family. :/ Also: When I count cals, lose weight, exercise, it's "Concerning" but when my sister does it, it magically becomes "inspiring". This woman is seven years older than me and I'm the one leading by example. Sad. I thought about posting my before/after pic for reference but didn't want to risk seeming attention-seeking. Those of you who have seen my 'fat yoga' thread know what I look like. Thanks for reading. Ugh.