My Dad recently passed away, from a very sudden, totally unexpected heart attack. He was fit and well, slim, sporty - I know people who are overweight, smokers and so on who are older than him. It isn't just a life expectancy thing, I know this.
But something I've been thinking a lot about lately, partly due to some voluntary work I've been doing, is about how we do live our lives and perhaps that's why I've reacted in the way I have here. Honestly, six months ago I'd have been saying 'yanbu, fat is fine' but I am afraid I no longer think it is, if people can separate fat from fat person, if that makes sense.
I've struggled with my weight. I was a slim, healthy teenager and then at 16 my Mum died. Over the two years I was doing my A levels I gained about a stone, but it wasn't catastrophic as I was about 9 stone and went up to 10 which is just a healthy weight for my height. Then I went to university and no car and kebabs (I couldn't cook!) took their toll and I gained 4
and a half stone. I wanted to train as a teacher after graduating but realised I couldn't, at that weight - I didn't want kids laughing at me. So I went on a fairly drastic diet and lost it in 3 months. I got down to 10 stone and looked great though I say so myself 
But I still struggled and I bounced between 10 and 11 stone in my twenties. When I turned 30, I got really ill and lost weight. I then gained loads in 2013 for a load of different reasons (yeah, mostly eating too much!) and went back up to over 14 stone. I lost it, slowly, but it hasn't been until my dad died I've had this revelation. It isn't weight for vanitys sake but it's health.
At over 14 stone, my quality of life was massively compromised. I couldn't enjoy walking, running, or anything that required movement. Now I love to walk in beautiful summer evenings and mornings, I love to exercise, it makes me feel happy to be alive and honestly I used to HATE it. I have started doing a hobby again I loved as a teenager. I enjoy eating - I didn't before, it was mixed in with emotions, but now I just like food as it tastes nice, then move on.
So many simple pleasures are mine again. My health, my confidence, dignity, hope and self respect are back.
Hating fat people is awful and wrong, it should not happen. But there is also a moral obligation to ourselves, I think, to our loved ones, to be fit, healthy and active - and ENJOY life.