I see you edited to ask me to define what I mean by overweight.
I can't answer that for anyone other than myself-are you a physician John?
Proper weight is as different as our very bones.
I can answer for myself though.
Am I overweight? Yes, the doctor and I have concluded that I am overweight.
I can add though, that my size has varied, since, well, conception.
My size is not my the focus of my medical treatment right now. (I was more surprised than you might be, considering I am a high risk cancer, heart disease, and diabetes candidate.) But Nope. He is not concerned.
The doctor is more concerned that I am apparently malnourished. Again.
Seems that the body takes note of caloric intakes and adjusts the metabolism accordingly. But my doctor, like anybody with half a brain, addressed me as an entity unto myself--and yanno? He didn't even tell me to quit smoking--yet.
He did not hand me a diet. He told me what to add though.
He did not tell me to stop eating.
It might surprise you to know that he prescribed a vitamin and told me to change one thing--eat breakfast.
Then he congratulated me too, because for the first time since I was ten years old I can say that I am not on any street drugs. (No, Not even POT. and if I type that grumpily so be it. )
I want you to understand something John.
Right now? I can pick up the phone, and have any drug I want. Anything. Delivered to me.
Let's suppose I wanted to attract someone who shares your viewpoint.
I can have a rock of crack cocaine in five minutes.
But I won't.
Now if you saw me somewhere, and judged my character, my willpower, by the size of me now, you might say "that woman has no restraint".
Consider how much restraint I am demonstrating to live INSIDE of the drug/cookie jar and not partake.
But you wouldn't know that unless you took the time to talk to me. You wouldn't know how much I would love to take a "mini-vacation in my mind". You wouldn't know that my weight is a direct result of a chemical meltdown inside of my body.
You should, really THINK, John.
Or should I go score some crack and laxatives? I looked so good back then, size four, but those pesky seizures really put a damper on my sex life.
tsk...to both of us.
I'll make a deal with you.
I won't pass judgement on your emotional stability by virtue of cyber appearance if you don't pass judgement on mine by virtue of my physical appearance.