Fat shaming works: A Dependapotomus true story A few years ago, my friend (military, high ranking) and his wife had welcomed their fourth and final kid, and she was starting to balloon to dependa-size. I cringed inwardly and said a prayer for him.  Fast-forward to this week. I hadn't seen her since she was moving toward planet status. Dependa is no more. She wears single digit sizes, and while she wouldn't be mistaken for a supermodel, she looks pretty good by any standards and is legitimately curvy. Here's what happened, according to my buddy: About six months after #4 was born, he had a sit-down with her and laid it all out. Dependa needed to lose weight. She was setting a bad example for the kids. And God forbid he got deployed and killed or disabled in action, she wouldn't be able to care for them. That snapped her out of it, and she started doing what so many butter golems find impossible: cutting portions, cooking healthier meals. She started going for walks and doing videos at home. Now that the kids are all in school, she swims daily - actually swims laps, and she does body weight exercises. She's probably got another 10-15 pounds to go before she's her pre-babies weight, but she can keep up with her kids, carry even the bigger ones, go on rope courses and adventures.  She's not a fatty anymore. And she just got a job as a software developer, working remotely, and still gets up every morning to get in a workout.  Fat-shaming and shitlording works.