This post may be a bit late to the party, but here goes! I've always been a petite-ish woman, around about 55kgs, and am 155cm/5'2" tall. Due to depression, anti-depressant medication and general laziness, I recently stacked on a bit of weight and went up to about 72kgs. I am by no means saying I was obese at that weight - but I definitely didn't look or feel very comfortable. Cue the larger people who felt the need to share their opinions on my new appearance - often without warrant. Some comments were around how seemingly healthy I looked, or how I 'don't look sick anymore'. Gee, thanks. The main noticeable attitude change was how open these people were to bitching about themselves to me - as though I could now empathise with having a muffin top over my jeans, or my thighs rubbing together when I walked. No. This self-deprecating behaviour made me sick to my stomach. I've always lived by the motto if something is broke, just fuckin' fix it! I got so sick of hearing just how miserable these women were (yes, they were all women complaining) without taking any realistic action to rectify the problem. So, I made the decision to become my healthy, fit and happy self again. I simply cut out the sugary and fatty foods, ate smaller portion sizes and began to walk every day. It may not have been an overnight process - in fact it took nearly a year - but that walking eventually led to jogging, and then to running. I am now back to my old self again - with the added bonus of wearing all my old clothes again AND being able to eat a big greasy hamburger on occasion without feeling guilt! Cue, again, the larger people who felt the need to comment on my appearance. "Oh, you're too skinny". "I'm jealous". "Don't lose any more weight, please". "I can see your bones". "You don't look very well". "Why can't I lose weight like you, you weren't even that big". How about go fuck yourself. I cannot comprehend the sheer naivety of some that it takes to to share bitter, unwarranted opinions of others. There is just no pleasing some people - especially those that have the solution to their problems right there in front of them and do nothing about it. And it's not like it was easy - I often felt like giving up, like I'd sealed my fate and was doomed to be part of the fatty-pity-party forever. But I persevered, and am so incredibly happy that I did. So happy, I no longer take anti-depressants! Woo! Unfortunately the "you're too skinny, I'm jealous" comments haven't stopped from a particular person - even after about a year. The next time she brings it up I really, really want to say something. But seriously, if these people are so deluded that they take to BS like this to make themselves feel better, then we're obviously doing something right. :)