Not admitting the extent of your problem is just as delusional as pretending you don't have one I was out and about the town dropping off resumes (wish me luck) and while I was walking through a business to the reception counter I overheard this guy talking to, I'm assuming, a friend of his. I didn't hear much except "I mean, I'm definitely fat, but it's not like I'm obese." Ohhhhhhh let's just see about that. Sure enough when  peek around the isle to see for myself there is a fucking massive buttergolem that immediately reminds me of the mountain troll from the first Harry Potter movie. This hamplanet isn't just big, he is fucking BIG. I'm about 5'11 so I am guessing he was about ~6'2. Normally the vertically gifted aren't quite as prone to a planetary build as the shorter variety... at least that's what I thought. I am a bad guesser at weights but I'm going to say this beast was probably around 350-400lbs. That's a big gap in estimates but fuck, it was a big fucking creature. That BMI is way beyond the 40 mark. That BMI could pas a 10th grade math exam. That BMI could win a fucking election. I wish my tax return was as big as that fucking BMI. Jesus H Christ. Then I remembered what I just heard it say. Are you kidding me?? You're not just obese, you are clinically, morbidly obese. I don't believe it. When you minimize an issue, you're ignoring it's severity and you are being just as delusional as someone who refuses to admit they're ANY range of fat in the first place. This guy looked like he was in his 20's, and his life is already half over.  And for those of you wondering: yes, he absolutely smelled terrible. Like old rotten sweat. I almost hope I don't get hired at that business so I don't have to deal with that customer.