Remember what life was like when you were fifteen? Remember all the silly hang ups? The childish rivalries? All your real or imagined imperfections? Being ostracized in school?
In my day we had Elvis, Rickie Nelson, Fabian, followed by Paul McCartney and Jim Morrison. Who could compete with that?
Oh, the adolescent angst we suffered through.
But young people today have it even worse. They are blowing up to twice our size and are twice as inactive.
They have phones and computers, video games and fast food that is so calorie dense you could fatten up a cow for slaughter in days.
I recently worked a quinceañera at the country club.
A quinceañera is the celebration of a girl’s 15th birthday, marking her passage from girlhood to womanhood.
There were about 150 attendees and of course, there were many fifteen year old girls there.
These girls were extremely overweight trying to squeeze into the latest fashions.
The anxiety in that room was palpable.
These young ladies were wearing, (or trying to wear,) a type of sarong wrap around dress that opened in the front. (What do I know, I’m a guy.)
This was painful to watch. They did not look comfortable.
I was wondering which dress would explode first.
Very few attendees were normal weight. The woman who threw the quinceañera for her daughter was so big, it looked like she was fitted at the Navy yard.
Today we have fat activists and fat liberationists telling these young people that they should love their size, and be happy shopping in the Junior Moose Department
I study people and at one point in the festivities a slender, lithesome young lady sashayed her way by a bevy of these heavies and if looks could kill.
Life is tough enough at that age and these poor things have a long, hard road ahead of them.
Seriously, something needs to be done.
Less food, more exercise, more information.
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