the young obese

You know what normal healthy people do when they are eating a meal and start to feel full up?

They STOP EATING.

Let’s repeat that; when you start to get full, you PUT THE FORK DOWN.

THAT is the only guaranteed way to lose weight, reduce your calorie intake.

Gluttony is not a disability, and as a physically disabled person myself I resent the implication that having a medical issue is an excuse to give up trying to improve yourself. No matter what problems you may have, you can always do something to lose weight. The first and most important step is REDUCE your Calorie intake; you can still eat what you like, just eat less of it. Moderation is the key.

Oh, but that would mean taking responsibility for yourself and making an effort….it’s so much easier to pretend that it is “genetics” or “conditions” that keep you obese, right fat people?

Or that the only reason people are repulsed by you is they are being brainwashed by “the media”, not the fact that a vast majority of the human beings on this planet find wobbly, cellulite-ridden, stretch-marked flesh hanging out for all to see absolutely revolting. (That’s without mentioning what it says about your character and personality too). If you do not have the will-power to stop gorging yourself YOU are the only person to blame when you are viewed in a negative way.

I have no respect for anyone that has no respect for themselves and THAT is why I will continue to fight fat acceptance.

So, hate me, accuse me of “oppressing the obese”, of being a bigot, of being “ableist” whatever, I could not give a flying fuck. I will not stand idly by while impressionable youngsters are manipulated into committing slow suicide via the use of blatant lies and misinformation, all under the pretense of being encouraged to “love themselves”. I am a parent myself and I will not be silenced. If that hurts some people’s feelings, so be it.

Besides, I would love someone to explain to me how if you really, truly love yourself and your body, why on Earth would you push it to beyond its capabilities by making it cope with extra weight that it is not designed to carry? That doesn’t sound like love, it sounds like abuse…

The way the medical community treats fat people is literally so fucked. My cousin went into the doctor a couple of years ago for a bizarre rash on his legs and was diagnosed with a rare vascular disorder that normally only affects the elderly. They told him he got it young because he was obese, put him through a painful biopsy and convinced him to fill a prescription for it that he couldn’t actually afford. 

Turns out what was actually going on was an allergic reaction to his detergent. That should have been the first thing they checked for even if he didn’t have a history of severe allergic reactions, which he did. But his doctor couldn’t even think about him like a normal patient for a second because of his weight.

He remained quiet

“We need all the help we can get” the EMT muttered as he helped guide the stretcher into the room.  He was referring to my offer of helping to move the patient to the bed.  But, it was his tone that caused me to sharply glance at him and the other 6 EMT/ transport personnel in the room. 

The patient remained quiet. 

 He was a morbidly obese young man in his 30s. His face was obscured by a bipap mask and his body hid the stretcher he was on. After debate and the EMTs making it abundantly clear that he was too heavy to lift, he transferred himself to the bed. 

I spoke to him and he pleasantly and politely responded to everything I asked.  But, every time I attempted to engage him in a conversation to distract him from the judgment emanating from the staff and transporters, someone loudly interrupted.

As we changed him out of his shorts and tennis shoes, his primary nurse whined.

“We don’t have gowns BIG enough for HIM.” She said annoyed.  Her voice was not hushed and I know he heard every word.  He remained quiet.

His eye sight was poor so I gestured at her to be quiet but she remained oblivious.

I helped as best I could and the patient remained polite and tried to help as best he could.

Several comments later I couldn’t take being in the room and left.

I went and sat down to chart, shaking my head. 

Hours later the nurse asked for help pulling him up and another nurse said loudly outside the door.

“We need more than just us! No way can we lift him!“  I cringed again.

I glared at her and said sharply.

"He is BLIND- not DEAF!  Be quiet- he can HEAR everything you are saying.”

She shrugged and walked off unperturbed.

I gritted my teeth in annoyance.  No wonder this man was noncompliant if this was how he was treated when he sought medical care.  No wonder he didn’t listen to the doctors and nurses caring for him when he could hear the judgment and lack of compassion flowing from their lips.

I felt guilty that I had not stood up for him more. I should have been more willing to be heard. But, I also felt embarrassed.  Not for the patient, but for my profession.  We are taught to be caring and treat everyone the same.  We are taught to help others even the ones who don’t help themselves.  We are taught to be better than we were that day. 

31393) Sometimes I get angry at my mom for the types of food she fed me when I was little. Exercise was never encouraged and nutritious foods were few; I ended up obese. She knows I’m trying to get to a healthy weight, but keeps unhealthy food in the house and tells me ‘you don’t have to eat it’. I know it isn’t, but sometimes I feel like it’s her fault–if she had fed me a better diet, I wouldn’t have ended up so obese so young, and I might have a healthier relationship with food, instead of an ed.