Lady, you are standing smack dab in the middle of streets and sidewalks in New York City, which means you’re in the way of roughly eight hundred people at any given moment. You’re doing so while maintainingalook on your face that would suggest you’re one messed-up order at Starbucks away from pole-vaulting off of the Brooklyn bridge, AND, someone is obviously snapping away as you carry out this flawed social experiment. No one is looking at you because you’re overweight. They’re looking at you because it’s New York City, and they want you to move the hell out of the way. Maybe even getagrip on yourself while you’re at it. Damnit.