(Quote from Tim Minchin’s Fat Children)
This is what I wanted to say to a mother the other day
What the hell are you doing? Look at the size of your son, he’s about eight and he weighs, what, nearly sixty kilograms? That’s about my weight, and I’m an adult. Why are you feeding him KFC? Do you have any idea what you’re doing to him?
He’s going to have difficulty with movement, getting in and out of cars, walking up stairs, getting through check-outs at supermarkets. Everyday things that everybody needs to do, he will struggle with for his whole life.
He will have an increased risk of a variety of health problems, including heart disease and diabetes. Those are very serious problems which will require life-long monitoring and care. He’s also likely to have problems with joints like his ankles and knees; they weren’t meant to carry that much weight around long-term.
And then there’s the bullying and teasing he’s going to suffer because of his weight. He may be psychologically scarred by some of the things done to him by cruel schoolchildren.
So basically what I’m saying is: you’re causing illnesses and injuries to your son, you’re lessening his lifespan, and what life he will have will be miserable. Now go buy him a fucking salad.