Fats attempted to ruin my weekend, in two parts Sorry if my writing isn't as eloquent or colorful as some - I'm still sick (thanks kids!) and can't go to the doctor (thanks for making health insurance affordable for everyone obeasts!) Story 1: My SO's parents are really fucking fat. His mother is definitely class 3 morbidly obese, and is similar to this but shorter. His dad is 5'10, probably ~280 and I can't find pics. So, like all fat people, they are awful at planning and critical thinking in general so for the second time, my SO has to bail them out of a bad situation by giving them one of his cars. I don't give a shit what he does with his cars, as they're his parents and his business. However, we had to show them around our new house and that's where it got good. I've lost weight in the past, and actually my eating disorder returned sometime last year and I've been struggling ever since. NSFW - here's me with some old pants around 118. I'm about 5'7, 112-114, and yes I know I'm underweight. So his mom is looking around, lazer focuses her piggy eyes on me and says "Well, fupa, don't you just look so skinny! You're looking more and more anorexic every time I see you! Mr. Fupa is gonna lose interest now that you've lost your tits!" Just straight up to my face. And not only does she say this once, but several times as I'm showing her husband around the house. So I did what any true American would do and was a passive aggressive cunt the rest of their visit. "Oh, yeah, we have plenty of room for pigs in the backyard - or that mother-in-law-suite you wanted! I guess both, honestly, since they're similar.... in room" or "Oh, you'd totally love XYZ restaurant! The portions are out of control and they use all real butter and mayo on literally everything. Perfect for y'all!" or "Oh here's your tea, I put extra extra sugar in it for you, just like you like it!". Some people might ask "well, why didn't your SO stick up for you" because we live in a totally different city from them and him causing a fight just isn't worth the headache.  Story two: Despite being sick, my SO and I went out to a movie with our mutual friend D last night. We ended up at a cinema that serves food and drinks, so the seats are assigned. Well, I had the misfortune of sitting next to a gigantic fat man who decided the appropriate thing to do is raise my cup holder so he could take half my fucking seat. I only take up 1/3 of their elephant-sized seats anyway so I wouldn't have been bothered, but it was the principle of the matter. Our mutual friend D asked why I was whispering to my SO, and I loudly said "Hey this dude is just super fucking obese and taking up half my seat, can you scoot down a seat so I can have an entire seat to myself?" I'm 100% sure the fatman and his pet beluga heard me as they kept pointing at me and oinking to themselves. I managed to have a great time seeing the incredibly awful XXX Vol. 2 despite them. Am I super passive aggressive? Yes. But I didn't want to ruin my friend D's movie by making a scene with some fat who is gonna die in a year anyway.  Oh and if y'all want to know what the fat ordered, it was: 3 beers, some kind of quesadilla, chips and queso, a burger and fries, a shake of some kind, and ice cream with cookies. I think it was trying to share with its orbiter but that thing also ordered an equivalent amount so maybe they'll just be dead in 6 months.