A personal story of how fat people affect all of us I work in a pro-bono tax clinic that helps low income taxpayers with their tax debts. The typical person who comes in here is usually extremely poor, sometimes living off of nothing, renting run down apartments for $300 a month where they don't run their heat or AC because they can't afford it. There have been clients who had to scrape up the funds just to pay for the gas to get to our clinic when they only live an hour away. Anyway, these people are usually extremely thankful when we help them because they are facing thousands of dollars of debt to the IRS. Other times, it's an obeast who was too lazy to file their taxes for ten years. I recently acquired a new client who I just finally met today. Let's back up to when she first called. She seemed normal over the phone, as in she didn't "sound fat." You can hear that sort of thing usually. She always answered her phone and was very talkative and never sounded out of breath. I guess I never got the hint when I would ask her for numbers from documents and she would have to "go look for them." This was probably because it took her 10 minutes to get to her desk. I would set up phone appointments to go over her assets and liabilities and she would repeatedly forget and have to reschedule. Then we finally get that done and I repeatedly try to make an appointment for her to come in. The first time she was just too busy to even talk. The SECOND TIME was where I discovered she was an obeast. She couldn't come in for two weeks because she had to go to the hospital for beetus foot. This is where I realized what I was dealing with and it all began to make sense. She's not just terrible at managing her life, she is morbidly obese. I finally got her to come in today to fill out the paperwork. I met her at the front door on the main floor of the law school(the clinic is in the bottom floor) and she waddles up to the door. She was big, her belly stuck out at least 2 feet and she was wearing those awful galaxy leggings. She is in her late 50s. I have to hold the door open for her because she can't do it herself. I introduce myself and direct her to the elevator(not wasting time on the stairs, I have more clients after her). It takes us about 5 whole minutes to get to the clinic when I could probably go from the front door to the clinic within 30 seconds by myself. She spent the entire time rambling on about her health problems. Her income? Disability mostly. One third of her income comes from very part time NURSING work. She spends hundreds per month out of pocket on medical bills and insulin. She is wheezing the whole time and complaining about her beetus foot. I think she mentioned her 20-22 year old son having diabetes too. For those of you who are not familiar with an IRS offer in compromise, it is essentially a settlement of your tax liability. They weigh your assets and liabilities and how much money you need to spend each month to survive. Things like medical bills are heavily considered in a person's ability to pay. Further, those who are disabled are even more likely to get a low offer. As low as a $1. That means that this obeast, whose sole reason for not having much income and having a lot of bills is because she can't stop eating. That means that not only is the government basically funding her lifestyle, but the internal revenue service is also going to forgive THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS OF DEBT BECAUSE SHE IS FAT. tl;dr: Not only do your tax dollars fund the obeast lifestyle, but the taxes they owed prior to getting on disability may be totally forgiven because they were probably too lazy to even fucking file their taxes in the first place.