I remember a visit to McDonalds with my husband's family. My MIL has passed on now, but weight was always a self esteem issue in her mind [she was just over 6' tall and weighed 115 at her heaviest, and considered herself fat!]

We sat at tables with arms. The tables were very close together and I had to 'twist' my hips into place in order to sit.
I then had trouble getting out.

She shook her head at my plight.

I cried myself to sleep that night, then went on an emotional binge 3 days afterward.

Now, what I hate about being fat is that I'm reduced to a lesser human in thin people's eyes.
BullShi#!

If I never lose another pound, I will never give anyone permission to make me feel inferior.

You have to give permission.

There are things that I look forward to when/if I reach goal. In the meantime I am a one and only.
NO ONE will ever take that away from me again.

BTW Steph your post made me cry.