I call my fat co-worker "fat" all the time.  He calls me "Ol' one eye."  Whatever.  I have one eye, he's fat, we both know it.  He doesn't do anything about it, whatever.  Loser. So, one day, we are at a work meeting with people we know, but not well.    It's getting to be around 11:30AM, and people are starting to wind the meeting down to break for lunch.  People start discussing where to go for lunch.  This place?  No, That place?  I don't know...  blahblahblah. I chime in, "Hey, look just pick somewhere.  fatty here (point to fat co-worker) can't wait all day for you to decide, Fatty has got to eat."  They look shocked and aghast, "You can;t say that!!!" they whisper to me.    I say, "Why not?  he's got a mirror at home. He knows he's fat." Fuck this PC bullshit.  Fats know they are fat.  They can't NOT know.    They need to be told they are fat everyday of their life by others, not just the mirror.  Tiptoeing around the issue helps no one.  The sooner they understand that they will always be ridiculed for being fat, the sooner they either go away and die or they grow up and become humans.  either way, less fats.