How do you handle family comments about your weight at gatherings?

Veteran of six wedding seasons post-weight-loss. My field-tested kit:

The broken record: one pleasant sentence, repeated verbatim until they get bored. Mine is "My doctor's happy with my health, and that's what matters to me." Said with a smile, twice, maximum three times. The repetition does the work — there's nowhere for the conversation to go.

The redirect: aunties who comment on bodies usually love being asked about literally anything else. "Anyway, tell me about Pinky's engagement" has a near-perfect success rate.

The pre-recruited ally: I brief my cousin before every event. Her job is to appear beside me with "come, you have to see something" when I touch my left earring. Sounds silly; works beautifully.

And the real one: I decided in advance that my body is not a discussion topic I owe anyone. Deciding it beforehand, calmly, is what makes the scripts come out calm instead of cornered.

Everything in the scripts answer works. One thing I'd add from my own journey: separating the food-pushing from the commentary helped me resent my family less.

In my house, "just eat, one day won't hurt" isn't really about my weight — it's how my grandmother says I love you, in the only language she's fluent in. Once I saw that, I stopped fighting the love and started managing the logistics: I take a small portion of whatever she made, eat it visibly and with enthusiasm, and the pressure dissolves. She needs to feed me; she doesn't actually need to feed me a lot.

The commentary aunties are a different species and get the boundary treatment. But sorting the people who are expressing love clumsily from the people who are just auditing your body — that distinction saved several relationships I'm glad I kept.