I am a little unsure about posting this....but I will give it a shot.
The perspective I offer may be a little different than others.
I grew up the child of a "morbidly obese" father....which I later learned to mean that he had very serious health issues related to his size. He was a big man, in all aspects. Over 6"4, and at his heaviest well over 400 lbs. My hands placed together side by side barely filled the palm of one of his hands. He had a huge frame. He worked very hard to take care of our family, and went back to trade school in his 40s with a grade 7 education. He worked shift work and had a home business to take care of us. ...and he was very overweight.
He was warned many times to lose weight. He enjoyed food, and was happy eating what he wanted. His size garnered him respect in a rugged community- he was a protector - and his size also brought cruelty. The first slander out of someone's mouth that was not pleased with him was about his size.
What I missed was " my Dad" - I didn't care how big he was.. It took me until my teens to realize that he did not come to any of my events because he was worried that I would get bullied because of his size. This broke my heart and I remember the first time I looked up and saw him standing in the door of the Gym. I was thrilled! Then our team captain made a joke and a gesture...and he left. I has devastated and left the game to go find him. She later became the valedictorian of our grad class....ironic.
It was my job to go into a restaurant and be sure there was seating that could accommodate him. No chairs with sides, no stationary booths. I did not realize why he never went to subway...it was because of their seating. So once I realized I would get take out and take him for a picnic.
My Dad did eventually lose over 200 lbs all on his own. He was so pleased and I was very proud of him. But, it was because his health issues had become so extreme he felt that he had no choice. It was too late, and I lost him.
I have also lost a friend young in life to alcohol asphyxiation. An uncle to the same. Within the last few years a close friend to health complications from alcoholism, and currently I'm slowly losing someone close to me to the same disease.
My mom was Anorexic, and I lost her to an illness from smoking when I was in my early 20's. I myself struggled with bulimia as a teen and young adult.
This history is just to offer perspective of my opinion about what life has taught me.
Life has taught me that it is about "choice"...and respecting each other as human beings. I may wish that all of those I've lost made different choices...but it was theirs to make.
With choice comes respect for someone as a person and having the right to make that choice.....their choice. Whether we agree with it or not....whether we wish they would chose differently or not.
It is theirs to make. And they should not be judged.
I knew that my dad grew up in extreme poverty, and experienced hunger and no love in his life on a scale far beyond a magnitude that many would ever have.
It did not give me a reason to make an excuse....it gave me empathy.
The world would be a better place with a more empathy and compassion, and less judgement. I am saddened deeply that the choices those I cared about made cost them their lives. But I respect that it was their choice to make.
The choices they made did not define them as a person....they were all very GOOD people.
Alcoholism, smoking, obesity....all choices. But those choices are so complex, and so painful for the people making them, that they should not be judged.
In my humble opinion it is about respect. Not excuses, and not judgement. And certainly not about cruelty...there is enough of that in the world. There should be no place for it ...in a perfect world. - sigh-
We are all just people first.
I'll end with that there are some words in society that people have come to see as not acceptable....because they are disrespectful, intentional or not, or hurtful to those that they are directed towards. For me personally, right up there with the "C" word towards a woman, the "N" word....is the "F" word for people who struggle with their weight. I see it as hurtful and demeaning with nothing but negative connotations attached to it. That is my personal opinion. A bigger person should never be called or labelled as "fat". It is a word that is thrown around far too much and I agree, can have a very negative impact a young age.
Just my thoughts and experience.