I don’t understand, is it not only me that I care how much a person who is completely alien to me weighs? Fat and fat...
I can still understand the dislike for people of unusual weight at the peak hour in public transport, when where he is sitting or standing, could well be placed two, or the elbows with the knees pressed to your gentle body passenger too sharp.
But just so, on the street, a gyrus, not a gyrus, don’t you care?