And one other thing.......I don't believe the good people of Boston were staring at the daughter---or conversely, making her invisible (which is
it, anyway?)---because of her weight. Two hundred and fifty pounds on a five-foot-four-inch frame isn't at all unusual in this age of the superobese (350-400 lbs. and up), especially not in a colder climate like the Northeast.
Where I live (Pacific NW), 250 lbs. doesn't even get a sideways glance, because obesity is such a common condition here where winters are long and drippy, and outdoor activity isn't one bit appealing. And let's face it: ALL of America is getting fatter. Nobody is arguing that 250 lbs. is healthy on a five-foot-four-inch female, but neither is it the catastrophe it might have been during my mother's generation. Today, there are stylish clothes in all sizes, and women of all dimensions are building careers, having fun, taking vacations, and enjoying life. They also get married and have babies, as evidenced by the existence of plus-size wedding dresses and maternity outfits.
No one needs to allow her body size to determine her destiny, so if this particular young lady wants something, she has the power to go after it and get it if she chooses. I wonder if perhaps the daughter is perfectly contented with her life, or that her idea of happiness doesn't necessarily coincide with her mother's?
I'm a mother of grown children too, and sometimes their choices are not what I'd choose for them. But since I want to enjoy a relationship with them as we all grow older, I've had to accept some facts of life and relinquish control......and you know what, all but one of them is doing just fine driving their own bus.