I (28F) used to be very fat phobic for most of my life. Being skinny/average came to me without much trouble or food watching, and I was always very vocal about other people’s diets and weights. In particular my older sister and mother have always been quite fat, so I made my fair share of snide comments to them. I really couldn’t imagine why they couldn’t just exercise a bit more or put down the bag of chips when they knew what it was doing to their figures.

Then during covid, I started to put on real weight myself for the first time ever. During the lockdown I was forced to work from home and many of my social outings such as dancing and clubbing completely closed. I suddenly had to watch what I eat much more closely and in general began to eat more out of stress and boredom.

Skip ahead to the end of 2025 and I am over 300lbs. I’m heavier than both my sister and my mother and I am genuinely embarrased about it all. Only now am I realizing how hard it is to actually maintain your weight or lose any.

My grandmother says I had it coming because my sister and mother were fat, so I was bound to as well. I myself feel like I got some serious karma and I got punished for being rude about other people’s weight.