Just been confronted by the reality of obesity, and despite all, I'm in shock. I just nipped to the corner shop on my way home from work, to pick up booze for the weekend. In front of me queuing was what I assumed to be a middle-aged pig on crutches, with a foot in a moonboot cast. Then she spoke and I recognised the voice as a former girl I was friends with at school. She was a very sweet, kind girl, always chubby, but never a ham. She's fucking huge now, so huge her once working ankle has fucked off and collapsed, and she's not even 23 yet. I was in shock.  She was chatting with the nice bloke behind the counter, telling him about her recovery from the ankle and her ex, and I obviously eavesdropped. The summary was "I told him he had a goodun and not to fuck up and let me go, but he did and now he's sniffing around trying to come back, but no chance." I can't imagine anyone sniffing around her, I was glad to have a blocked nose as it is. She turned to leave, looked directly at me, and didn't recognise me. Now, I've always been slim, and I was actually in the school uniform of the school we went to (having come from football practice where I'm assistant coach to the under 8s team) and wearing no make-up and glasses; in short, I very strongly resemble my 11 year old self. Her piggy little eyes looked through me, and she crutched off. I'm left in shock, thinking, how can someone do that to themselves in less than 23 years?