[QUOTE=Hugh Mongoose]
I feel your pain on this one, Auntbeast. As someone who is 6’ and 135 lbs, I constantly get comments about how thin I am. The big difference? Men who are lightly built are generally not envied, they are seen as being “fragile,” “delicate,” or “effeminate.”
The only way I managed to get to 135 from what I weighed five years ago - 114 lbs. - was by eating five meals a day and working out four times a week for about 6 months. The weight I gained was pure muscle mass, and has stayed with me.
It is incredibly tempting to snap back at anyone who comments on my weight, but I usually hold my tongue. Less than a week ago, on another section of this message board, I was informed by a poster who shall remain unnamed that I needed “some meat on my bones.” Thanks, I’m asking for advice on learning a martial art that will involve throwing and being thrown… I do, in fact, realize exactly what this means as far as my build goes.
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I get this shit, too. I’m 5’10", and for most of my adult life I weighed 115-120 lbs. Last year, at age 44, I began to gain weight for no apparent reason. Shot up to a whopping 130 lbs. seemingly overnight. It scared the hell out of me, until my doctor told me that regardless of the amount of teasing about being skinny I had put up with all my life, I wasn’t immune to ‘middle age spread’, and I had better get my late-blooming ass out and start walking.
I wish I had a nickel for every time I had to say “No, I don’t need help lifting this heavy object. In case you didn’t notice, smartass, all that weight missing from where normal people have an ass is concentrated into my arms.” But I have loads of fun with those people who think it’s cute to try to force-feed me. I eat like a fucking horse, I just have the metabolism of a hummingbird. (I like to think of it as God’s way of apologizing to me for not giving me an ass for women to look at.) So pile it on, bitch. Then you can sit there and whine while I eat apple pie and ice cream, too. Go ahead. Hate me. 
[QUOTE=Larry Mudd]
And on the flipside of that we have the rules about comments on her weight, where she complains that she’s too big in certain areas and my permitted responses are various denials for the twenty minutes or so that these rituals take. Woe unto me if I step over the line, no matter how well intentioned – “Well, if you’re worried about it, we could find some activities to do together; we could probably both benefit from a little more exercise…” “So you’re saying I am fat?” :smack:
I should just put it on a loop.
“You’re too skinny.”
“Yes, I am.”
“I’m too fat.”
“No, you’re not.”
repeat
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I don’t recall which comedian said it, but
“Baby, do these jeans make my ass look fat?”
“Noooo, your ass makes your ass look fat.”
is one of the funniest things I’ve ever heard in my life.