I hate it when people assume your mother must be anorexic because you're fat and she's only 47kg.
I hate it when your size 8 older sister calls you a lard-arse or when everyone says 'you can do it, your little sister did' when the truth is your little sister actually had an eating disorder.
I hate it when your mum comes home with clothes that are too small for you.
I love it when your mum wants to gain weight, goes through menopause and is delighted because she has a muffintop.
I love it when your older sister has three children and has to learn to fight weight too.
I love it when your little sister realises that she looks stunning as a size 10-12 as compare with a size 6-8 (she really does).
I love it when your mum comes shopping with you and is almost in tears when she realises just how hard it is for you to find nice clothes. Extra bonus when she gets you clothes that fit... On Sale...