Fat fuck father. Quick explanation, I'm 22 and live with my father and stepmother now. When I was 20 in college I developed some major medical issues and was ordered to move back home to start some treatment for my problems. Two years later, I'm not really that much better, and still living with my father and step-mother. And Jesus fucking Christ they are the epitome of fatness.  Both are over 300lbs, but work job that require them to be 'on their feet' (fucking cashier and mechanic) so they always claim to be in as good as shape with anyone. Yet today I had to climb a single flight of stairs at a parking garage, and my father complained every step of the way and was huffing and puffing by the time we got to the top. Of like, 15 pathetic steps.  Both eat constantly and serious spend over 750 bucks a month on food. I've seen my dad come home for lunch break, and eat two regular cheese burgers and a double serving of pasta then complain he's too tired to go back to work. (Can't imagine why). They constantly tell me I need to eat more even though I track my calories meticulously since I try to stay on top of my health, and my registered dietician approves of my plan. But my obeast parents insist I'm starving and shove triple portions in front of me for every meal that I always reject.  Neither have heard of fat acceptance, which I am grateful for, I'd never stop hearing then about how proud they are of their shitty habits.