Weight is a tricky one. I've suffered eating disorders on and off since I was at school. I can't keep scales in my house as I tend to get fixated on making myself lose as much as possible. Like even when I got to under 7 stone (I'm 5ft5), I would still be trying to get lower. It's a horrible place to be. It's on my medical records though, so I am only ever weighed for medication dosage reasons, which I am never told the results of and don't ever look it up later to find out. I can't even keep tape measures as I become obsessed with my measurements. So I do feel for people who have doctors who insist on weighing them and seemingly make them feel bad.
However, obesity IS an issue. In the uk it puts a massive strain on the nhs and a lot of resources end up being used by people who simply refused to take better care of themselves. My bf's mum is a nurse and she will tell you just how badly your health can decline due to excessive weight and extreme eating habits (not saying having eating disorders are not unhealthy too, because they are).
I have also personally known in recent years 3 people who have died from heart attacks, due to being obese. One was a neighbour, who was 50 and left behind 2 teen daughters. Another was someone within my social circle, who was just 37 and left behind a wife and child. He was well aware how overweight he was and whilst he was sensitive to it being pointed out, chose not to do anything about it as he felt it didn't matter beyond his wife (also overweight) not caring. Now she's raising their young child all alone. The other was 36 and his girlfriend has been left devestated. He wasn't even noticeably obese, but the coroner's report listed him as being so. Therefore he must have been.
One that makes me quite angry is a lady who I have mutual friends with. She is absolutely morbidly obese. Around the time she turned 40, she fell over in Macdonald's (which she claimed before that she never ate food from and that her weight was some kind of genetic/hormonal problem) and due to the mass of weight she was carrying, broke her leg. Again, due to her weight, crutches were useless, so she ended up buying an electric wheelchair to get around in for 2 years following this, basically having given up even trying to walk completely. Of course, this was none of my business...until I had to rescue her 7 year old son from the lake in the local park because he had fallen in and she obviously couldn't get to him herself, nor could her (also morbidly obese) 16 year old daughter. She never thanked me either, but whatever.
Given her clear selfishness an inability to look after the kids she already had, I was furious to discover she was deliberately trying, whilst still using that damn wheelchair, to get pregnant again. Why would you deliberately try to bring another child into the world when your own health is so bad? It's unfair and totally selfish. Even though she no longer uses the wheelchair to my knowledge, she's still as huge as she ever was, which is putting enormous strain on her major organs. When she has the inevitable heart attack, what happens to her kids then? None of their fathers are around either, so it really makes me upset to think about.
Sorry for the rant, but this one really gets to me. I should point out that all but one of the people I mentioned were/are chronically obese though, not just a little overweight. Though the one guy that wasn't kinda troubles me tbh.