medicalizing fat bodies
The first time I realized that I was fat was in a doctors office. I was shown charts, scolded and shamed into believing that I was slowly eating myself into an early death, I couldn’t have been older than 6. It seems obvious to me that this is highly unproductive and starts the process of internalizing body-hate.
As I got older the charts became more foreboding and the scolding became harsher and I became more ashamed of my own body, often agreeing with my doctors and pleading that I would lose weight starting tomorrow. It is now at the point that I dread doctors appointments because the first 20 minutes are always spent being chastised and told that my body does not fit properly into whatever graph they have and should spend the next years of my life exercising at least 15 hours a day and eating 5 saltines and an apple. As much as I appreciate the advice, I’m good. Doctors have not (I’m not convinced currently do) have many people’s best interests at heart. They are also working of a fucked up system of what healthy is and looks like and unless your 145 and a marathon runner you cannot fit into that model.
So whatever, fuck doctors always trying to peddle shit like Weight Watchers on me, I have wasted to much of my money on useless tapes, foods, and exercise plans doled out by my medical professionals. They can back off my wallet and my body because I’m not looking for what chart I fit into, I want to talk about holistic wellness that doesn’t commodify my body and shame me into weight loss.
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