I can only speak for myself. I have been obese since primary school, first went to weight watchers when I was 11yrs old, and weighed over 11 stone by that point. My weight matched my age until I maxed out at around 21/22 stone.
The first bullies decided my weight was fair game and I should be tortured for it when I was 8, they kept switching out for new bullies and new ways to make my life miserable until I left college at 18, but any gaps were filled by random strangers hurling insults out car windows as they drove past or calling me a fat ugly bitch for no reason at all as I walked down the street on a night out.
I tried over and over and over and over again to , every diet, every doctors suggestion, I was desperate to not be a target. But publicly and verbally I maintained a happy go lucky, oh so positive attitude, I put on a big personality persona, I made sure I was the best at my job, I was the one everyone wanted to work with, I gave them no reason except my fatness to dislike me or see me as inferior.
Then last year after ignoring all my health symptoms because I was too busy being the best at work, and knew that the answer would just be ‘you need to lose weight’ if I went to the doctors, I got really poorly. Eventually I realised I needed to accept the flack from the Docs and seek help, and in was immediately diagnosed with T2 diabetes, my sugar level were so high I was at risk of losing consciousness and I was immediately put on Insulin.
Following that intervention I was prescribed Mounjaro by the diabetes team and since Sept last year I’ve lost 5 stone, gone from Obese to Healthy BMI, size 22/24 to size 10/12. I am much happier and healthier now, more relaxed, I feel less pressure to be perfect and no one has hurled abuse at me for the way I look for months, strangers are actually nice to me now.
So that’s why I used to harp on about being happy. I was trying to convince myself and the world that I was.