And I loathe seeing the faces of fat children, without chins or jaws or cheekbones. Only an abject terror of being “judgmental” — easily the most paralysing social norm of our times: our equivalent of the prudishness of the Victorian era — prevents people discussing this issue with the frankness it deserves.
So for once, let’s be honest. A child that is gratuitously fat is needlessly burdened with many handicaps: for ugliness and imminent disability in themselves lead to social isolation, emotional and sexual frustration, physical infirmity and often premature death.
Some people are so obese that they physically cannot reach around to wipe their own bottoms. So either they improvise, using sacrificial underwear, or a towel, or they get a chum to do it: so now do you wonder why the very, very fat also have very, very few friends? (Maybe someone will one day train insects to do it: the anality of weevil).
Mothers Must Bear The Blame For Making Our Children Obese (Irish Independent)