Thank you, LyingWitch.
I've been different weights and sizes in my life. At my biggest, a 16, so not very very big, but certainly heavier than I should have been. At my slimmest, a 10-12. I'm currently a 12 and I think it's right for me. I feel good and can easily do an hour of hard cardio followed by 30 minutes of weights.
I can go through the list of reasons why I ate too much back then, and I can honestly say that it was not because I very occasionally saw a plus size model (with perfect skin, hair, makeup and style) in a magazine. It was because, for various reasons that I will not bore you with, I felt like shit about myself. If someone had come up to me to explain that my excess weight was not healthy, as if I somehow hadn't got that message in our society, I would probably have sat on them. (Jesus, fat people know they're fat. They're fat, not blind and stupid.) But after I finally got off them, I would probably have gone home and eaten because, surprise surprise, that's what feeling shit did to me. By an amazing non coincidence, I was also pretty seriously strapped for cash at that point in my life too. I may have been eating too much sugar and fat but it wasn't in the form of dinners at the Ivy.
I MIGHT feel differently about this ludicrous discussion if we lived in a world where every single standard model was clinically obese, and the size 12 ones were so vanishingly rare that you knew who it would be without looking because there's only really one famous one to speak of. And if we had a multi-jillion pound/dollar industry telling us how to pack it on, how to gain an emergency 7lb for your holiday bikini, how mush sexier and more lovable and more worthwhile you'll be if only you weigh at least 13 stone. I MIGHT.
But we don't. For those of you who don't appear to have noticed, obesity has not been glamourised or made to look desirable, as evidenced by the fact that Ms Holliday quite plainly only ever gets onto magazine covers for the shock value and the fact that we wouldn't be having this discussion at all if, say, Kate Moss had been the cover girl (or whoever it is these days, I dunno, I'm old).
If you are really, truly concerned about a fat person's health, the only thing you can do is be nice to them. Seriously, that's fucking it. Make them know that their size is only one thing about them, it's not the most important thing, and that they are still worthwhile, lovable and a human being. And don't treat them as if being fat makes them too stupid to have missed the memo about the health risks. Because it's only when they feel that they're worth anything at all that they've got a chance of treating their bodies with the respect they deserve. It really is that simple, friends. So all of you with your 'hur hur benchpress a cheeseburger' hilarity, or your 'oh I'm just so CONCERNED, what if she doesn't actually know that it's not healthy to weigh 25 stone?' bollocks, please just save it, or at least keep it to an audience that won't be damaged further by it.