I donít think about obesity much at all. Itís 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 Ė nope, Iím not really interested.
What does annoy me is the assumption that everyone should eventually put on weight, and if you donít itís because youíre trying to be better than others (which is, these days, apparently a very bad thing). Iím a little tired of getting nasty looks from other females, and comments about how I must starve myself or be selfish, because Iím 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 Ďreal beautyí campaigning (money more than anything, but letís pretend it altruism) but itís creating, on the side, a culture divided between Ďrealí women and those perceived as Ďfakeí, with the Ďrealí as the unfairly maligned now fighting back. As Lilou described it, a ďvictim complexĒ has emerged and it isnít pretty.
I'm always confused when I see fat homeless people.
Simple Ė high calorie food is cheap and easy to prepare. Thatís one reason poverty is linked with obesity nowadays (and one contributor to what was called, at my school, the ďfrosh 15Ē, the weight gain common to first year university students). Since Iím currently struggling with money, Iím finding it very hard to eat properly. I just canít afford tasty, decent food and have to improvise. Iíve also seen what the local food banks hand out Ė much of it is prepackaged pasta meals and the like, fattening stuff.