rant/letter to my soon-to-be in-laws Here to get this off my chest:  Dear future mother-in-law AND father-in-law AND granny-in-law, Your son/grandson is not too skinny. His BMI is 25 - the borderline between normal/overweight and he's a 'skinnyfat'.  Future mum-in-law, you are overweight borderline obese. It's cute that you have this "walking club" at work, but keeping liters of soda, chips, and daily baked muffins around the home is not helping you. Your attempts to feed your family vegetables is weak and terrible. Your current husband  is a diabetic, yet you serve pasta + pizza + carbs on carbs on a regular basis. Every night you serve dessert and wonder why neither of you have lost weight. I did not feel shame when I told you that you and your mother were wrong. Your son is fat, but fortunately, he eats whatever I feed him. Future father-in-law, you are a deathfat. Seriously, you fat fuck, I cannot imagine you cheating on your current wife, because I literally vomit at the thought of you shirtless, let alone naked. But I suppose money can get you anywhere. Except towards a lower weight. I blame you for injecting fatlogic into your son, and now it will take me years to undo your work. Your daughter is on her way to becoming another fatfuck of the family.  But, you are lucky she is young, because it won't take as long to undo the fatlogic you instilled upon her after I become her caretaker when the lord beetus takes you.  Sincerely,   azn shitlady PS - And you know what the worst part is? I'm a medical student. I am very aware of all the health risks associated with being fat and eating like shit. Like bitch, do you think I want to kill my future baby daddy? I know what I'm doing. Stop telling me he's skinny. Also, stop telling me I don't eat enough!