I don’t think about obesity much at all. It’s not my problem. I feel a bit sorry for kids with very obese parents because I see them as missing out on physical activities with mom and dad, potentially losing a parent prematurely to diabetes or coronary disease and likely ending up overweight themselves due to being influenced by both their parents genetics and their lifestyle habits but aside from that – nope, I’m not really interested.
What does annoy me is the assumption that everyone should eventually put on weight, and if you don’t it’s because you’re trying to be better than others (which is, these days, apparently a very bad thing). I’m a little tired of getting nasty looks from other females, and comments about how I must starve myself or be selfish, because I’m not large. The selfish one in particular grates on me; the line of thinking goes that other are fat because they spend their time studying, or taking care of children, or working, or being a good friend and that I, conversely, must pass every waking hour perfecting my body and being a wet blanket at pizza parties. I understand the reasoning behind all the ‘real beauty’ campaigning (money more than anything, but let’s pretend it altruism) but it’s creating, on the side, a culture divided between ‘real’ women and those perceived as ‘fake’, with the ‘real’ as the unfairly maligned now fighting back. As Lilou described it, a “victim complex” has emerged and it isn’t pretty.
I'm always confused when I see fat homeless people.
Simple – high calorie food is cheap and easy to prepare. That’s one reason poverty is linked with obesity nowadays (and one contributor to what was called, at my school, the “frosh 15”, the weight gain common to first year university students). Since I’m currently struggling with money, I’m finding it very hard to eat properly. I just can’t afford tasty, decent food and have to improvise. I’ve also seen what the local food banks hand out – much of it is prepackaged pasta meals and the like, fattening stuff.