Okay, there's no way on earth that that ass was naturally formed. If a woman gains weight, it's going to go to her abdomen, thighs, face, arms, everywhere. The distribution of fat on her body is completely unnatural. You can't eat an unhealthy diet and will your body to gain weight in one localized area while the rest of you remains thin. That's simply a myth.

There has to be some kind of surgical enhancement either with silicon implants or a Brazilian butt lift. The procedure involves liposuction of fat from one area of the body and injection into the rear end. She could even have a combination of both.

If you look at the flash animation intro on Buffie the Body's website, she even alludes to the surgical ass-makeover. There's a silhouette of her body on a gurney as robotic arms circle her rear. Titles flash across the screen and make lame allusions to the Six Million Dollar Man. I think we can read between the lines.

Anyway, the fact remains that African Americans are at greater risk for stroke, diabetes, heart disease. It's all related to diet and weight. Maybe the author makes her point in an insensitive way but the crisis is real. I think what's she's saying is that people need to be aware, get out of denial, take some responsibility for themselves, and stop glorifying disgusting fat asses. Don't shoot the messenger!

After my father lost his job, he moved into my Grandmother's house and hoarded for about ten years. When his stack of The New York Times caught fire, half the house burned down. She was forced into an apartment and eventually died in a nursing home. He moved into a tiny studio in Brooklyn.

Fifteen years passed and I never got inside his place or saw how bad it was until it was too late. He was emaciated and frail like he had come out of concentration camp. The garbage was piled so high I could barely get the door open. Dust covered everything. The bed had garbage piled on it, so he slept on a sofa chair in front of his computer.

The kitchen was full of rotting food and rusty pots. The paint was peeling off the wall in the bathroom. The bath and shower were non-functional. There were cockroaches everywhere. But to him it all seemed normal. Canceled checks that were 30 years old, letters from the 1960's, a computer coated in grime, a Radio Shack catalog from 1974, cards and letters from my childhood, an angry note from my Mother dated 1976, "please make the car payment, it's overdue."

I urged him to see a doctor. He refused, said he was merely getting over a stomach flu. My brother and I came over to help throw some stuff out, he would only let us get rid of a couple of bags. We took him to a seafood place down the street in Coney Island. After the meal he threw up in the parking lot.

When he stopped answering the phone, my sister and brother drove to Brooklyn and found him passed out, speech slurred.

They brought him into the hospital and the nurse took one look at his unkempt clothing, long toenails, and withered body and exclaimed, "you should have brought him to a psychiatrist!" My sister replied, "He is a psychiatrist."

The diagnosis was esophageal cancer. He was dead within a month.

The only thing to do was search through the rubble for valuables and keepsakes that hadn't rotted. After two hours I found his investment records - a $150k nest egg had shrunk in half from neglect. I found his gold watch, purchased in Switzerland with my mother before the divorce, under four feet of garbage.

I showed my brother the pages and pages of rambling notes written on notepads in tiny block lettering to illustrate how crazy my father was. He replied there was nothing at all wrong with it because it just proved that "Poppy was smart."

For the past few years, my forty year old brother has been living in my mother's basement and it's a total mess. At my urging she gave him an ultimatum and told him to move out, but he's still there for now.

I couldn't reason with my father and I can't reason with my brother. If your family members are mentally ill and refuse to see their situation for what it is, there's not much you can do other than attempt to protect the innocent.