A teaching opportunity arises in a WV Target My shitlady-in-training is 12 years old and a competitive swimmer here. She is tall and athletic, lean muscled and svelte. I work CONSTANTLY to fight against the tide of obesity that crashes against us every time we leave our home. I make her school lunches, I insist on vegetables, exercise  and most of all being accountable for what you do and eat. I have explained to my only and most precious progeny that if she eats shot then that is what her body will be built with. I am dedicated to instilling integrity into her; integrity of character as well as pride in herself and the vehicle her soul resides in. She's getting it and this weekend I had some proof of that.  Saturday's are her only treat day. She swims two hours daily up to 4 times a week and her coaches bust their asses. Her "cheat is A donut or A small ice cream. I am a food nazi and proud of it. This Saturday it was a hot chocolate and a stroll through Target while we sipped, talked and window-shopped.  We turned a corner by the books and holy shit on a fucking cracker... ahead of us lumbered what I think was a male who I swear looked like "Fat Bastard" from Austen Powers from the back ( he was "walking" away from us).  "He" was wearing shorts (it was 20 degrees out) and was muttering oddly to himself as he bumbled and panted, completely uncaring of his environment.  Of course I immediately zeroed in on the horrendous beetus blossoms on his calves and ankles but I'm positive my girl had never seen anything like them before. I saw her eyes widen out of the corner of my eye and she started to splutter a question but I asked her quietly to wait a minute asI can only imagine the damage a "person" that large could do to us if enraged...  "Mommy, what ARE those bruises on his legs??" she demanded as soon as we ducked into the Fiction aisle. I explained what they were, why he had them and what the meant for his life expectancy . I also made sure she understood that it was due to his choices and that Type 2 diabetes is now known to be reversible with diet and exercise. She was horrified by what he had done to his body and we spoke at leangth about the true ease of avoid such a fate by eating healthy and staying active. I was very proud of her.  As we walked by him poured into a summer display chair like a (gigantic) melted candle we saw he was actually with someone (a woman and kid, also hamsbut 1/2 his size). My girl and I locked gazes in a "how the FUCK did EITHER of them manage to breed!" moment. It was magical. -please forgive spelling and formatting, I'm on a cell-phone!  ❤ you guys!!