Weight as a Moral Problem

I attended a conference in Seattle this week--not one I was interested in and one I dreaded--and heard a keynote speech by Phillippe Cousteau, grandson of Jacques and more recently a member of the expedition now infamous for the death of Steve Irwin. It was a rambling and at times incoherent treatise on environmentalism--I think--and most of what Mr. Cousteau said has already faded into the white noise in my head, except for one offhand remark. He said that we have all heard that we can make a difference, that one person can effect change, but we seldom consider that without trying we are always making a difference; our every action has consequences. It got me thinking about being overweight and weight being a moral issue. Because when I take more than is my "rightful" part, when I eat tot the point of satiety, am I not contributing to the problem of world hunger? I've never looked at the issue this way. For me, weight is so tangled up in cultural values and norms around women and fat, in emotional connections to comfort and love, that I've failed to notice a connection between my weight and the larger world.