At the park yesterday, my son pointed to an absolute unit of a girl and started 'moooo'ing HE DID NOT LEARN THAT FROM ME! I refer to them as "fat fucks" and not "cows". But holy shit I don't think I've ever laughed so hard in my life.  I almost feel bad for the girl. She's so young that she's not cooking for herself. Her mom has the same ham planet body shape. Neither heard my son mooing, but maybe they would've benefited from it. I was a fat fuck until I got sick and tired of being bullied. Then I lost the weight and never looked back.  I can't stand how body positivity has turned into promoting unhealthy living for the sake of political correctness and "not hurting anyone's feelings". Guess what? If my feelings weren't being hurt on a daily basis, I may have never gotten myself under control. I still would've been fat in high school while all the other girls are getting boyfriends and going on dates, which would've made me feel even worse and eat more.  It's a vicious cycle, but babying them and telling them it's okay to be at risk for high bp, (juvenile) diabetes, clogged arteries, etc. is not helping them. They're being enabled to slowly kill themselves. Meanwhile, those of us stuck sitting next to them in close quarters have to suffer. Why buy 2 seats to fit your fat body when you can take up 75% of mine as well amirite?