Sarah Bramblette recently wrote an open letter to a drunken clown who publicly commented on her weight. Bramblette is overweight, though it has nothing to do with what or how much she eats: she lives with lipedema, which causes her body to create an excess of fat. Despite her appearance, she leads a very healthy lifestyle, but this stranger felt he had to approach her, for her sake:
You stumbled to my table and begged me to stop eating, telling me I was killing myself with food.
That would be an incredibly distasteful thing to say to anyone, and Bramblette starts to explain her medical condition. But then she stops, because it doesn't really matter what the reason is:
I do not owe you or anyone else an explanation for my weight, nor should I have to prove I’m healthy. I was just trying to have dinner with a friend. I’m just trying to live my life — a life already complicated by a chronic medical condition. I do not need it complicated even further by being shamed by strangers.
She ended with another jab about how loaded this guy was:
Save your liver, and I’ll save myself.
Simply put, worry about yourself.
As for what the guy is up to now, he's probably severely drunk, trying to have a serious conversation with an inanimate object he's confused for a person.