Growing up, I was a chubby girl. Not FAT, but I was pretty damn chubby. My Dad was not kind to me about this. He was/is an extremely loving and supportive Dad, but he could be cruel to me with regards to weight. He had a habit of insulting any fat people that he saw (not to their faces, but to me), and he always judged people very harshly due to their weight. When I was about 19 he made a comment about how I was such a computer addicted fatty, and I absolutely freaked out, said I hated him, how he always called me fat, and he was a bad Dad. I bawled my eyes out and locked myself in my room, and my Dad stood at the door forever, begging to come in. He apologized profusely, and said he didn't "always" call me fat (he did though, many times), and he sat with me on my bed and talked with me until I finally calmed down. My Mom came in and was absolutely furious with my father, and there was a rift in our household for a long time after that. My Dad called me fat one more time after that, a few months later, when my Mom and I were sharing a sub sandwhich and some Pepsi. He left the house in a fury, and my Mom said she was going to leave my Dad if this kept up. She told me that my Dad threatened to leave her after she had given birth to her first born because she had gotten fat. Obviously, my Dad has something against fat people. I hated this trait about him my whole life, and vowed I would never be that way. However...

I'm an adult now, and I've lost all my excess weight. I was an ugly duckling and I've grown into a beautiful swan. When I first started dieting, my Dad begged me not to develop an eating disorder. I wanted to smack him and say "if I have an eating disorder it would be your fucking fault" but I restrained myself. I just said I'm doing this to be healthy, and because I, pretty desperately, want to be skinny. I want to know what it's like to be skinny, as I never have been. He accepted this answer.

And now, I've become my Dad. Maybe not as cruelly, and not directly at other people, but I find it very, very hard to accept people for being fat. I know what it's like to be fat: it sucks. It doesn't feel good. You feel gross. You can't wear the clothes you want to wear. Shopping is painful. Dating is difficult. You can't be active. And worst of all, people judge you. Harshly. I've been through all of that and now I'm doing the same thing. I don't understand why anyone would choose to be fat. And it is a choice. Eating healthy and being active feels better than any fast food tastes. It feels better than most things. Getting healthy and into shape has changed my life. I'm able to be fashionable, my acne has cleared, my mental health is better than ever. I look good and I feel good. I can't help but judge people for their weight. I look at being fat as a disability, and a visible, physical indication of poor mental health, laziness, and in some cases, stupidity. I used to kind of like chubby guys, but now I would never, ever date a very chubby or fat man. When my long term partner and I got together, we were both at the beginning of our weight loss journeys. We've both lost all of our excess weight and we both look and feel amazing. I don't hate or begrudge people for being fat. I can still fully like and love a person who is overweight, and I really don't like to hear them put themselves down for looking the way they look. However, I do judge them for the choices they've made to cause them to be the weight that they are. I don't think there's any real excuse for being majorly overweight/obese/fat/whatever, and I think if you are that way that you should do everything you can to healthily reduce your weight.