Never mind the aesthetics or eyebleach aspect - what about the way it feels? At the moment there's a heatwave where I live. I'm trying to imagine what it must be like when you have 300lbs of pure, thick, yellow fat insulation during the summer. I can't imagine having massive rolls that you have to lift up to clean out the funky, festering sweat under them. I can't imagine needing "Chub Rub" so your sweaty thighs don't get raw from the friction when you waddle to the fridge for a snack. How can anyone live this way? I just took a very fast, long walk because I like to do that in the heat and then come home and have a refreshing shower. What if you can't fit in the shower, or can't stand up long enough to take one? What if your arms are so fat you can't reach to wash your hair or your back? I never thought about all the limitations of being morbidly obese, but really, shouldn't the physical discomfort alone be enough to motivate them to lose weight, instead of reeeing about how fatphobic everyone is? I guess there are no answers, but I've just been thinking of this lately. Rant/off.