Your concerned teacher wants to talk about your weight

"Hey, thanks for sticking around after class. I wanted to talk to you about something, but it's kind of a sensitive subject, so . . . um . . . okay, I guess I'll just come out and say it. It's your weight. No, don't leave. This is a safe space okay? So, you've been in my class for the past year and . . . I mean, it's so obvious that you're getting bigger and bigger, isn't it? You must feel how fat you've become, right? I know it's embarrassing to talk about, but I'd say instead of the "freshman 15", it's more like the "freshman 100", isn't it? I've seen you go from a kinda stocky kid to . . . well, to what you are now: hugely obese. We had to get you a special chair, didn't we? Yeah, and that was three months ago. In that time alone you've outgrown two reinforced chairs, haven't you? You wanna talk about it? Yeah, I know it's tough, but I'm worried about you.

"I can hear your heavy breathing while I teach. I can see the struggle you have hauling that massive belly around. Jesus, you have bigger breasts that anyone in the school, including the teachers! I don't need to tell you how unhealthy it is to be so fat, do I? Even at your age the damage you're doing by being that size is really serious, kiddo.

"God, you're so fucking fat. Just massive. Such a fat pig. Oh, sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Maybe it's my turn to be embarrassed now, right? Haha. Maybe giving too much away about myself. But as it's just us, I have to tell you the way your gigantic fat stomach is pushing against your poor buttons is making me a little crazy. Say, do you like pizza? Haha, I know: dumb question, right? You wanna hit the all-you-can-eat pizza place on Main with me? See just how much that huge belly can take? Mmm, good piggy."