Story 918

I was fat growing up. Then, in college, I developed a restrictive eating disorder. I became skinny–unhealthily so. Since the pandemic, I gained my previously lost weight back. When I was skinny, my family was so proud of you. Now that I'm fat again, they are not as excited about my achievements in life. I suppose this wouldn't bother me as much if strangers acted as though they don't care that I'm fat to compensate for a lack of support from my family. But everyone I meet is acutely aware of my size. I don't think I'll ever find someone who accepts me as I am and recognizes me for all of the wonderful contributions I made to the world.