I read online today...

I would like just one honest answer, from somebody whose
not my brother. 

Never explicitly answered nor refuted. 

that the hardest issue for parents to talk to their kids about is not sex or drugs/alcohol, but weight.

Apparently not for my family!

Skype talk with my dad:  Asks if I'm going swimming or exercising while I'm here. This is before I tell him I barely have enough money to put food in my belly (lie); I'm beyond that point and actually a charity case. I'm accepting food donations from Natacha because I need to. Yeah, and that pool/fitness centre use requires money to buy a pass, so not right now. He nods and moves on in topic.

Skype talk with grandma/aunt (after workout/2 hours sauna):  "So, are you counting calories up there?" Huh, excuse me? "Oh you know how you were counting mine and your mom's calories when you were here last. I thought you would be doing that for yourself up there." Oh yeah, I remember that. "Sooo, are you?" No, no I'm not (lie 1 - I have a food diary notebook log thing I write religiously in).

...Little later on...
"Didn't you gain last time you were up there? I think you came back heavier last time." Yeah.., yeah I did. "Yeah, so do you exercise up there?" No, I don't. I'm too lazy (lie 2 - I'm going pretty regularly to the fitness centre and treat myself with the sauna afterwards, I'm getting to the point of equating exercise with relaxation/stress relief). They laugh a little *with concern in their voices*. I think they fear what I may come back looking like. Twice the size I left? Let them think what they will. Our weekly chat has been a medium for subtle scrutiny of my life habits. Since when...

These couple conversations made me think Natacha had a point when she said even my grandma/aunt/dad (those closest to me), whom I think are positive are actually positively masked and are actually destructive to my emotional well-being. Natacha, right again. What a difference 8 years of life and experiences makes.

Third thing:  My mom has lost a tonne of weight from renovating our house with my dad. She's pretty slim for a women of her age and stature. Who knows, I have a feeling she may be at the weight that's ideal for me. Albeit, she's a bit shorter. The pressure's been on ever since her transformation.

I used to be the one scowling her for eating late at night; now, it's her giving me tips on how to lose weight like, not eating after a certain evening time. This makes me feel so bad about myself.

But whatever, I feel and look like the fat, unsightly daughter beside the slim and sassy mom. Man, would I love to return being thinner and weighing less than her.
Too bad it's not going to happen in ~4 mos. time. But in 8...that's more like it. When they come to pick me up from university, after exams.