I am currently assessed at obese. I did not know that I had got fat, let alone obese, until I realised that if I went outside of my go to leggings and yoga pants, I was fucked. My clothes no longer fit me.
Is fatphobia a thing? Definitely, I would say. One of the reasons I didn't want to go home for a 'pre-funeral' was my weight, and how my mother and my extremely eating disordered and fatphobic sister would react.
I was telling my daughter about meeting a member of the family that had married in, for the first time. She is dramatically huge. I told Mum after meeting her 'you could have warned me', because I was taken aback. My daughter was bewildered, and disapproving, asking 'why would you want to be 'warned'? With which I wholeheartedly concur.
Most of my life I have been small, or regular sized. Now I'm obese.
I eat healthily, mainly, I exercise - not as much as I should, at this juncture, though. However, I'm perimenopausal, had a stroke just over a year ago, am on lifelong medication now that causes fatigue and pain, have given up drinking, and have put on over 15 kilos in the last year.
One thing I have always known - you might be able to see another person's weight - that doesn't mean you see THEM. You don't necessarily see their genetic makeup, that can predispose a person to obesity, you don't see how they were brought up, what they ate, how chaotic their childhood was, how limited their education and capacity may be, what their struggles and challenges are, limiting energy and opportunity and causing fatigue. You don't see their financial limitations, their time constraints. You don't know what addictions they are struggling to overcome, what their family culture is. You don't know their health struggles, and conditions, their medications.
To reduce a person to their weight, and to make a judgement, of laziness or otherwise, solely on that, says nothing meaningful about them. It may say a hell of a lot more than you'd like about you.