The thing is about human is that what we find attractive in most thing are ratios. A specific ratio between different frenquces of light or sounds are attractive. The bust to waist to hips of a woman, or the hips to waist to shoulders of a man, and a a whole intergration of other tiny ratios all over the body. A lot of our brain is tasked with deciphering these ratios.    A fat person blurs these ratios, they are an ever-shifting aphorisms blob with no fixed ratios. They are the human equivalent of T.V. static, or mixing all the paints on an palet into a baby shit brown, or like a burlap stack stuffed with play dough mounted on two tree trunks.