This morning I made the mistake of posting a comment on Facebook concerning a video of an obese woman complaining that her "apron stomach" never looks good in any clothes she can find in stores. One commenter told her not to worry about it and that her stomach "is adorable." I pointed out that it was not adorable at all, and that being overweight signifies a serious addiction. Would anyone describe needle marks on a heroin user's arm as being adorable?
That same commenter found my statement "evil" and evidence that I have a "dark soul" with "a lot of work to do" to fix myself. Naturally I went straight to her personal page and saw from her posted photos that she is morbidly obese. What a surprise.
I don't care about her, but I do care about obesity. My entire childhood was spent in the enormous shadow of an obese sibling who was miserable because of her size, and who was confined to a wheelchair for the last ten years of her life -- she died recently at the age of 83 -- because she was so fat she couldn't walk. Get it?
In our twisted society, everyone hates being fat but nobody is allowed to say the word. People give themselves injections of pharmaceuticals, at great cost and with bad side effects, in their quest to avoid being fat. Children are getting fat earlier and earlier, with many developing diabetes by age 11.
Wake up, America -- we are now the fattest nation! If you aren't obese yourself, then help someone who is.
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