This sort of discussion is what made me properly ill.
I'm fat. I'm a size sixteen/eighteen, both top and bottom. I have a large chest, big bottom, hips, but a waist. I've been that way since I hit puberty. I'm also extremely self-conscious.
To look at me, you wouldn't know, directly walking down the street. I am incredibly careful to dress to 'hide' my weight, to hide my figure. I hate being out in large crowds of people, I look in the mirror and cringe, and so on.
I've also been anorexic on and off for about four years. I was a size eighteen at one point, and dropped down to a size eight-ten in about four, five months. I covered up mirrors in my home, I cut my wrists, I wouldn't walk down the middle of the high street because I felt people were staring...
You can't judge someone on their *weight*. It doesn't tell you whether they have a sharp mind or a dull one, a sense of humour that's sharp, or sweet, whether they watch Friends or prefer the History Channel. Weight doesn't tell you about their smile, or the way they fiddle with something, it doesn't tell you how they cook, or laugh or think.
What makes someone attractive is a difficult art to describe. And people who believe weight is a definition are the people who have made life a misery to lead for a very long time for me, and others. I don't actually *believe* it when people find me attractive. I'm *that* far screwed up over my weight. Do we really need to sit around and discuss something that could reach someone else like me, or someone else who's border-line, and make them feel unhappy, as well?