No, it’s not a recipe for early death, please stop mindlessly rabbiting back what the multi-billion-dollar weightloss industry pumps into the world.
I beg you to listen to like one episode of Maintenance Phase or read a book or two. This modern obsession with thinness is not just wrong, it’s racist as hell.
Firmly in place by the time the diet industry began to flourish in the 1920s, the development of fat stigma was related not only to cultural anxieties that emerged during the modern period related to consumer excess, but, even more profoundly, to prevailing ideas about race, civilization and evolution. For 19th and early 20th century thinkers, fatness was a key marker of inferiority, of an uncivilized, barbaric, and primitive body. This idea—that fatness is a sign of a primitive person—endures today, fueling both our $60 billion “war on fat” and our cultural distress over the “obesity epidemic.”
Whatever you do, stop putting this fatphobic and factually wrong bullshit on shit you reblog from me. Medical fatphobia almost lost me the use of everything below my L1 vertebra because a doctor was so BLINDED by my BIG FAT ASS that he didn’t even bother to do any tests past looking at me and saying YEAH YOU FAT. I lived in fucking agony for years because my doctor didn’t listen. He just put me on 1300 calories a day (which is about what you feed a fucking toddler, not a 35yo adult) and ignored me when I said I wasn’t getting better. I just needed to work harder to lose the weight. Never mind that I was furious with everyone all the time because I was literally starving, and couldn’t exercise because I couldn’t fucking walk from the pain.
When I needed help to walk to the bathroom at work, my wife finally got pissed off enough to demand that I go back to my family doctor, who looked at me for a very literal thirty seconds before sending me to get an MRI of my spine. That very simple test which - again - the other doctor didn’t bother ordering for two years as I slowly lost my ability to do fuck all and missed doing cool shit with my daughter from ages 10-12? Yeah, it revealed a 2.5cm tumor growing on my spinal cord sheath, compressing my spinal cord.
I was really lucky - it was benign. I didn’t die like my friend Ginny, who had a tumor in the same spot and lost the tumor lottery. I’m lucky. Genuinely. I know of far too many fat people who fucking died because their doctors didn’t do the same tests on them that they do on skinny people.
And it’s all fucking lies! It’s all fucking lies. All that suffering and fatphobia is because of racism and money.
And here you are, vomiting up the same fucking garbage.
Don’t respond. You’re wrong, and I’m not arguing with you. Sit down, shut up, and learn before you keep perpetuating the same harmful bullshit that caused me years of agony.