I definitely get this. I've always been bigger, but I've definitely noticed that there is a clink link in my mental status (good or bad days, high or low energy days, generally feeling sorry and depressed for myself days) that I seek comfort in food when I feel bad. Of course, sometimes I feel bad because I big, despite losing 20kg a year ago, it's all come back now... So I want to eat more?
It makes no fucking sense, and coupled that with my complete lack of spending control with food (it takes me ages to make a normal purchasing decision, but I can easily drop £40+ on a takeaway feast for myself without thinking about it.
I wonder if that's because I grew up poor, with a parent who barely functioned and couldn't cook well at the best of times. So often dinner was really crap/cheap foods I hated, or shove in the oven foods. So food has become a luxury I luxuriate in and I run away from anything that resembles the poor food I grew up on?
Also, I have endured comments about my body and its size since I was a child. I can tell you now that as someone who had very slim/tiny friends, I never once heard them be abused for their existence. I however, cannot count how many times I have suffered public humiliations by people who insist on screaming at me I'm a fat cunt, fucking fat, fucking disgusting or whatever. Never once have I heard a similar thing be screamed from a car at a slim/average person.
So yeah, definitely not the same.