That is what my step-dad seems to believe. He would call me names to shame me and once he forced me to step on the scale to see what I weighed... I suppose thinking that it would make me strive to lose weight. Wrongo. It just made my self worth plummet into the ground. It didn't help that when I tried to lose weight, any time I thought my pants were a little looser, my mom would say things like "You didn't lose any weight, you just stretched it out." Yeah... that helped *eye roll*. So I figured that my current diet wasn't working, so I would quit.that would mean that the inverse, fat-shaming, would result in a thinner population.
The time he forced me on the scale... I only weighed 165. That is really only 20lbs heavier than my "ideal weight" according to what my doctor said about my height. My dad happened to be the same weight and he went on and on about how I was the same as him, but he was a man that was 6' tall. He made me feel so bad about myself... like being 20lbs overweight was the worst thing ever. I would kill to be there now. Heck, even 200lbs is ok. I will get there again eventually. I hope.