The Fat Family Member.

So on sunday I went to a baptism.

I'm not really religous, but I thought I should go to support my cousin- and it included a free dinner and bottle of wine.

Anyways, this led me to thinking about what its like to be the fat girl in the family.

Many of my relatives have been blessed with the skinny genes, eating double the amount I did at the five star restaurant but still fitting into their size 4 pants.

As usual I got the typical comments "you look nice hun" or "you and your mom have identical faces" hinting at the fact she is a size 7 and I'm not.

Now when we extend my family out a little more then we hit the Megaload. Women who actually make me feel skinny. Many of my great aunts (despite having a mother that to this day has never been larger than a size 8) are quite large. Every time I see them they comment on how I look thinner or something thats improved about me. And thank god they do. Without those ladies I don't know when someone would ever make me feel like I'm getting better looking and not getting bigger than I already am.

Lastly, theres Nana, my 85 year old Great Grandmother. She is french canadian, so naturally she's never been the nicest women in the world. Sometimes her brutal honesty can be a positive quality, just not if you're her fat Great Granddaughter.

I like that she's forgetful. It means I get a birthday card with 50 dollars every six months because she cant remember if my birthday is in January or July.

I like that she cooks the most delicious food.

I hate that she comments on how much of that food I eat.

Constantly she comments about how maybe I shouldn't eat too many carbs, or that I'm looking bigger since last time.

I still don't really know what point I am trying to make. I guess I just wanted to give some skinny readers some insight about their family, and so next time the fat family member pays you a visit, don't hide all the junk food. I find it insulting.

And even if I have gained weight, you can guarantee I have already analyzed the exact part of my body that has gotten bigger. Then ate a pint of ice cream in despair.

Sincerely,
The Fat Friend