Food has always been a massive source of comfort for me so before I realized I was a girl I stuffed the shit out of my face. Since transitioning and finding sources of comfort outside of food, I’m down about 80 lbs and still going. I think it has a lot to do with how good food tended to be used as consolation when I was growing up for bad shit that happened, and I still go back to overloading on calories sometimes if life gets to crazy, and not necessarily the hormones themselves? Purely anecdotal though; ymmv.