I feel this in my bones. And I weigh much closer to 600 pounds.

For me, the issue is that I have always been heavy. I’ve been overweight since I was a year old, and my Mom had to prove to my doctor that she wasn’t overfeeding me.

I was the fat little kid that became the fat adult. My little brother on the hand? He’s always been the bean pole. Skinny kid, and, now, at 27, he probably doesn’t weigh more than 120 pounds.

And, hoo shit, that boy has spent his 20s being a whole lot physically active than me, and eating much worse food. He’s never had to count a calorie, or spend his teenage years in a WeightWatchers meeting, listening to strangers agonizing over an extra 5 pounds.

And, yes, I want — and need — to lose weight. But mostly, I’m indignant as fuck that I have to put that much effort into it, just so I can become regular fat instead of super fat. And my own god-damn flesh and blood has never had to work a day at being super skinny.

Okay, enough ranting from me. This clicked.

— Zx❤