Arriving at a family bbq and extended family and friends greet you with a hug and (usually my auntys) mention my weight with a pat on the belly.
Get to lunch time. Comments get thrown my way about how much I eat and my weight, then my belly is poked and prodded and I am encouraged to keep eating (usually by my auntys) so there are as little leftovers as possible. Then when I’m totally stuffed and sit back on my chair I’m rewarded with a belly rub (usually by my auntys).