A short college-related fat story During my sophomore year of high school, all the sophomores in my major had to take a class about maintaining health and happiness mentally and physically in our field. One of the classes we had was about nutrition and how to maintain a healthy diet. Our professor wanted us to share our stories about diet changes, if we had had any, and how they impacted us.  Being someone who had lost about 40 pounds senior year of high school, I shared with the class that I had used a calorie counter (MyFitnessPal, and yes it did work). After I said that and the professor had congratulated me on my success, some fatty from the other side of the room speaks up... "Don't use a calorie counter! It triggered my anxiety and I had to go to a therapist because of it!" I had no response, and it was kind of funny how no one seemed to really respond to that, as if she had said nothing at all.  Bitch, of COURSE your fucking """""""anxiety""""""" was triggered by seeing how much you shove in your fat maw every day. That isn't the calorie counter's fault.