Unfortunately Not a Real Pony

My parents were so ~worried~ about the possibility of me getting fat. They were particularly obsessed with me potentially growing a double chin.

Honestly, they should have been worried about me growing breasts and not fitting into my shirts properly.

Four years ago, when I went to a psychiatrist and said I needed an antipsychotic, the woman I went to said "I'm going to prescribe this one, because it causes the least weight gain".

Luckily, it worked.

But, still! I was dangerously underweight - and I'm sure she could see that, I wasn't exactly tying pillows to my stomach before appointments - and my potential weight gain was more of a concern than the safety or effectiveness of the drug.

Whenever I look at pictures of people considered "plus sized" I always think... they're not really all that much bigger than me? Maybe ten or so pounds heavier, an extra couple of inches around the waist?

And I don't know if it's a "society is so obsessed with fat being terrible that plus size is ridiculously defined" problem or a "I've been forcing myself into size 0-2 (women's)/27" waist (men's) pants even though I don't fit" problem or a "I just can't tell people's weight worth a crap" problem.

Okay, if you're going to claim that someone was being racist and sexist... and not provide any examples of what they actually said or did... and then, in the next post, call someone an "old fathead"... you're coming across as more bigoted than the person you're accusing.

I live just outside, like, the third biggest city in the goddamn country, what do you fucking mean you can't find me a fucking trans-friendly doctor that can poke at my goddamn knees and tell me that I need to lose weight or some such bullshit?

(For context, I'm 5'6 and weighed maybe 110 lbs at the time.)

My college dorm had this thing where people would get dressed up all fancy and drink heavily. Before one of these episodes of great college debauchery, I had a friend snap a picture of me in my formal wear, with my hair actually hairsprayed into a very nice style (normally my hair just sticks straight up). I liked it so much that I set it as my Skype profile picture.

Not even a week later, I get a very long email from my paternal grandmother explaining, in great detail, that the picture makes me look fat and that I need to change it immediately.