Fat - nature or nurture?

Why are some people fat?
do they enjoy lumbering? or can they not help it?

How do you define fat? i'm not even talking about general chubbiness *i think chubby people are cute* nor 'well filled', as some people borderline overweight enjoy terming themselves.
i am talking about tyres, about love handles. wait, no, not love handles, i am talking love beams, you know, the sort that prop up buildings and support bridges. talking about fat which spills, fat which kills, fat which, the moment you find yourself looking up at it, or rather, it is staring at you bluntly IN YOUR FACE, you know that you can start counting your seconds before you reunite with your predecessors, though they will hardly recognize the compressed you......

Now, before i proceed to denounce the world for its sloth in allowing the majority to dwell in its blubber, to be fair, lets examine the factors which render obesity acceptable.
If one is beset by a chronic illness incapacitating the person's metabolic processes.
If one is genetically cursed with a body that resembles a cross between a pig and a gorilla
ok, that was mean, but it is a curse!

Now, to dissect the possible reasons why people should NOT be fat.
This goes beyond elitism, beyond the fact that innately, every sane human likes to see another human with his body under control and his excess build tucked away neatly into his waist bend or perhaps the odd bulging bicep. Other than the unfortunate few suffering from this cruel disease *now termed as fattism*, what can the rest testify to in their desperate plea for acceptance from the *non fat* masses?

Some pledge their lives to food, that not only does it relieve their every teensiest worry, it imbues them with the zest of life, with the essence of joy. so, yes, they say, to fattism derived from *excessive* consumption.

Some others do not shovel food into their gaping crevasses as fast as their fatty cousins, but simply preach a need to resemble a growing tapioca in their bedrooms. Alright, its all very entertaining to stare at a digital box once in awhile, but to depend it for life as your sole source of mental and physical subsistence? please. such people, or fatties shall i say, devote hours, no, days, no, months, no... alright, you get the picture, to crunching a pack of Jack and Jills, or the occasional M&Ms, which planting their overgrown *and over stretched if i may add* bodies firmly onto the couch. It is as if they are enacting a lifelong play, with television the sun they worship, junk food the water they take, and the sofa/bed/floor the potted soil they entrench their bulging bodies in.

ok, enough with the description, on with *more, more, MORE* denunciation.


~to be continued