It's gotta be child abuse... isn't it? Guys and gals, we need to talk. Actually, I need to talk and you can just listen and decide if I'm crazy or not.  I live in a fairly upscale apartment complex - they call themselves luxury, but I wouldn't go that far - and in general the people that live around me are normal humans. Mostly young people, but there's some retirees that have golf carted and marinate-grilled their way into obesity but they're going to be dead soon anyway so if they want to go out with beef gravy coma I guess it's just legalized suicide, so whatever. But there's one particular person that caught my eye that I just can't find it in myself to ignore.  There's a young girl, probably around 13 or 14, who is probably pushing 250lbs on a 5'4 frame. That might even be a little low, she could very well be even bigger. The first time I saw her she was carrying garbage out to the dumpster area, and the sight of her was so jarring that I, for a moment, legitimately thought she had some sort of disease. I couldn't fathom how a human being could have ballooned up in such a way having spent only such a short time on this earth. I was honestly concerned, but just as I'd be concerned but not necessarily approach a person who seemed ill in some other way, I decided to just try to push her image out of my mind and move on with my life.  That was before. About a month later I saw the girl again, walking with her backpack up to the apartment building. Then I saw the mother.  This woman was a colossus. She has a look about her that seems to defy gravity. Her waddle reminds me of the two-peg-legged pirate from Family Guy, she has no knee bend whatsoever. Her legs just kind of pivot back and forth and somehow she initiates forward momentum. She's not much taller than her daughter, perhaps 5'6 or 5'7, and easily over 350. She uses a cane to get back and forth to her minivan, which literally scrapes the ground on the driver's side when she pulls out of the parking lot driveway.  This cunt has zero shame. I've only seen her perhaps a dozen times in total since my first sighting, and I swear she is never without some colorful fast food bag in her hand. She very clearly doesn't work, her van is always at home and now that I've identified it I notice that it's never gone for more than about 10 or 15 minutes at a time, usually to return with food. She spends literally her entire life in her apartment.  The most fucked up part about all of this is that I really couldn't possibly care less about her, but my heart fucking breaks for her daughter who she is absolutely murdering, and I don't think that's too strong of a word. To me, this is the equivalent of a parent not just encouraging their 13-year-old daughter to smoke, but holding them down and blowing a pack of Camel reds into their lungs. She is absolutely killing her daughter.  Her daughter always has a miserable look on her face. She is forced to take the bus to the middle school that is literally three blocks away because I'm sure her fatass mother has no intention of getting out of bed to drive her there herself, and she certainly couldn't walk there in less than about an hour and a half due to her weight. She is no doubt the target of endless verbal abuse at school from junior shitlords, and she has nobody to blame but a mother who has been pumping calories into her well before she knew what was good for her. Now I'm sure she realizes it, I'm sure she's starting to understand that she's been tortured her entire life by a mother who doesn't give a fuck about her or herself, and I really hope she can save herself before it's too late.  There should be a system in place for rescuing children from calorie-abusive parents. It needs to stop.