Trauma is my word, and I'll cop to it, b/c I think of this in my head as "the trauma narrative." For me, a trauma narrative is a one that depends on the idea "something went wrong." Something went wrong and we deviated from the "normal" (read: thinner) body we were otherwise destined for.

Which still leaves fat bodies as deviant, and space for perpetual mourning of the lost ideal body (that never really existed or perhaps even *could* have existed -- does anyone lead a completely stress-free life?), and this is where I start to hold my finger up and go "um" a lot.

I should probably emphasize that I'm not questioning the science per se, just the narrative it's being used to support. It's kind of an insidious one, and I understand having a hard time thinking clearly about it -- it runs so counter to common wisdom, as it were.