Man. Health Class. This brought me back. We only had "health" one year out of 4 high school years. Our teacher was in her thirties and m a s s i v e. She seemed absurdly, comically gigantic to me back then, in the 90s, but I'm sure now if I saw a photo of her from back then, (since let's be real, she's likely gone to the great buffet in the sky, since it was 20 years ago), she'd be the same size as most behemoths I see out in the wild. Shelf ass, beady little dead eyes, pig nose, blotchy flesh, smelled of that weird baby powder scent that's barely masking a lower, fouler odor.  The only thing my health class covered was ~10 months of "if you have premarital sex you will get every disease and die alone and unloved". Also, the unspoken lesson from observing the teacher shift her mass around the room, "don't get fat".