Fats at job give former fat grief constantly. Former obeast at my job decided to lose weight when her mother fell ill. “I want to be healthy, so I can take care of my mom.” Things of that nature. It’s been three years since and mom is healthy and my coworker just got her five-year company jacket in a small which was a little blousey on her. I’m sure she has loads of sagging skin, but I can’t see it so I’m not bothered. As much as I hate fat people, I help those who seriously want to change. I didn’t pay much attention to her at first because she seemed stressed and I just knew it would lead to stress eating. Nope. She started making her own lunches, stopped taking the bus to work and started walking 45 minutes there and back, switched to diet soda and water, complete 180. When I saw her making all of these changes, I gave her some advice, taught her a few cooking techniques, showed her a couple of workout videos online, and I even went so far as to tell her where I go to the gym. Sometimes we would make plans to go together and she would actually show up. Of course, whenever her mother needed care, she would ghost me, but I forgave that. Well, she’s been human-sized and extremely happy for the last couple of months and has become a pleasant person... the hams in the office can’t stand it. They talk so much shit about her (and me since I apparently stole their friend) and put her down nonstop. It’s a group of three of them that go at her constantly. Fucking miserable ass bitches. “Oh, you’ll cave one day.” “You know you miss -insert some fast food junk-“ “Guys won’t want you because you’re too skinny now.” “You’ll gain back the weight and Pepper won’t talk to you anymore.” True, but she doesn’t need to know that. It’s like we live in this weird high school universe. It’s gotten to the point where she doesn’t eat at work at all, which is okay because I skip sometimes, but I don’t think she’s even eating at home. Her cheeks are starting to hollow and she can’t grip things as easily as she used to. I handed her a 10-pound dumbbell during our last session together and she dropped it. Hands all shakey and shit. I thought it was nerves, but now I think it might be something else. I’m half-tempted to tell these bitches off, but they’re all buddy-buddy with HR and I happen to like my job. Fats ruin everything. I’m so sick of this.