My little brother got so fat I didn't recognize him. The day my passive attitude towards fat people ended and made a sharp right turn to hatred. All you really need to know, background-wise, is that I have a very large and very confusing family situation. I have a dozen siblings, only about 3 of them have the same actual set of parents. I jumped around houses a lot until I was 18 when the insanity forced me to become my own independent adult. I've been on my own since then, (now 23). I live a lifestyle that my family supports but finds strange (I'm in the adult industry) so I don't really see them a lot, so we don't really have an established family dynamic, there's no expectant means of behavior or shared mannerisms. You know how constantly picking on your siblings or bickering with your parents helps you learn their behaviors, limits and how to get under their skin, and the things you really don't talk about and such? There's none of that with me and my family. It's an attitude, personality-infused feeding frenzy when we all get together. This particular gathering was several months ago during my youngest sister's 12th birthday party. We'll call her Melissa. About a year ago, Melissa was diagnosed as prediabetic. The family has been torn in involvement, the human-shaped members have talked to her, explained what it means and have been trying to help her understand so she can make good decisions. But Melissa lives with a bunch of hams who give her whatever her little heart desires. At 12, that's a difficult setting to be in.  I get to the party with my boyfriend (swole, but not a shitlord, he has the same "live and let live" mentality that I had before this moment broke me) and the first thing I see is a giant chocolate cake, bottles of soda, bags of chips and hamburgers on the grill. There are two fat children "running" around the yard and Melissa is in the pool- I notice she's gained weight since I last saw her. After greetings and such I get mom alone and start chatting with her, catching up since it's been a few months since I last saw her and I ask about how Melissa's dieting is going and she brushes it off. I mention all the junk food and she insists since it's her birthday it's fine.  I'm a little irritated, so I go off to chat with my other sister, Kelly. Kelly is a blooming shitlady (she's 17 and involved in like 2 different athletic things every year) her and I are most alike and we see each other the least out of me and all my siblings and she values health like I do so I vented on her a bit.  A little while later my mother comes hobbling over, clearly angry at me about something. I learned a long time ago not to let her work me up so I just remained calm and asked her what was wrong. She began screaming at me for not saying hello to Tony, my little brother.  "I didn't know he was here." I said, truly I didn't. I assumed he was out with his friends or something. A few of my siblings were gone, so it didn't seem that far out there of an assumption. She began to sweat butter from rage, and nearly threw out her shoulder to point behind her at one of the fat children running around. I looked, expecting to see my twiglike brother between the moons. My mom, more irritated that I didn't recognize him, screamed his name and one of the moons began wobbling towards us.  I was genuinely puzzled. The last time I saw Tony a few months prior, he was so thin and twiglike I was worried about his malnourishment. The kid came up to me and we stared at each other for what felt like a whole three seconds before he smiled and said "Hi" and my heart just ... shattered. It was him. He must have gained 100 pounds in a few months. I don't know, I don't know how to visualize weight estimates...  I dont know how I pulled it off, but I apologized for "not seeing him" and told him he could have come up and said hi to me, too. Honestly he just seemed like he wanted to go back out and play with his friends, and mom was the one making all the fuss. Once he was gone I felt like I was leaking. Seething. I looked at my mother with the most disgusted scowl I could make before I stormed off to scream at my bf in the safety of our car and rant about these new feelings. They're 9 and 12. And they're going to lose their feet before they're 20 at the rate they're going. It's so disgusting. It's ABUSE! I can't even comprehend it. I used to think this was all melodrama and assholery but now I get it. I cried because I was embarrassed for them and a little bit of myself too because I didn't recognize him. My own flesh and blood. My siblings are going to die young, because of my mother. I wish I could take them in, but I can't afford to. Even if I didn't feed them until they were human sized again.  And that was the moment. I just look at all of them differently now. It's no longer live and let live. I see their fatty behaviors for what they are and it sickens me. less hatred towards my siblings because they are children, and I talk to them and try to be the best influence I can be moreso after that incident. It doesn't seem to be helping much but I cannot give up on them.  I have more stories to share, but thought this was the best one to share first. tl;dr: Went to birthday party and hung out for a few hours without recognizing my little brother. Ham mom yells at me and I have to stare into his eyes for 2-3 seconds before I recognize him. Disgust towards my mother flips the switch from  a mild dislike of fat people to fat people hate. Scared and sad for my child siblings :(