Wow. Whatta genius. As a former rotund schoolboy, I can say with certainty that such dimensions make one the brunt of much verbal and, occasionally, physical abuse, which thickens the skin and develops fighting skills.
By high school, I was 6 ft. 225 lbs, with a 34 inch waist--and no one to trifle with, although I could take a joke as well as anyone. I didn't much tolerate bullies, either.
We need to go back to the old system of settling differences one on one, with supervision reserved for the bullies who get the upper hand. The traditional playground 'pecking order' at least taught the concepts of courage and respect.
I was on the other side of the aisle on the weight issue. When my brothers and sisters wanted to taunt me (6 of them) they would call me Olive Oil Legs and Spider Monkey. Never bothered me that much. With 7 of us, you learned not to be over senitive about appearances.