i don’t think anyone should be judging fat people. or any people, for that matter, but fat is a feminist issue and all that.
i am fat. i haven’t always been fat. i used to be a happy size 12, went running every morning, lived the dream. then i had a complete breakdown and spent 6 weeks on a psychiatric ward. thanks to medication, i emerged 3 stone heavier. since then, my thyroid has broken and i have arthritis and live with chronic pain. i take 19 medications to manage my various conditions and i am HUGE and i loathe myself.
my thyroid consultant has referred me for bariatric surgery and i cannot wait. my metabolism is utterly borked. to lose any weight at all i have to go down to 600 calories a day on diet shakes and they make me angry, hungry and unwell.
so. lockdown has been difficult and i am not very mobile. i am at the point where i genuinely prefer not to leave the house as i can’t bear the thought of anyone seeing me.
i am definitely treated differently as a fatty. i know it’s not my clothes that make me look fat, it’s my fat that makes me look fat. i know it’s unhealthy, i know all the things. but i am stuck until the NHS starts routine surgery again.
so when you look at me and think christ, look at the size of that, know that i know exactly what you mean. think yourself lucky your life is easier than mine. and treat yourself to a cake, or something.