I stumbled across this while researching old feminist publications. I can’t really explain why I liked it so much.
I don’t agree with the author’s perspective, but it’s a point of view I’d never heard before, and she writes beautifully, with wit and humor and pain.
I’m so glad, and thanks for sharing your experience.
Doctors are bitches. I come from a strong line of packmule women and I’ve had doctors I could bench-press tell me to exercise more. I don’t even have that much actual fat! I hate that big is sometimes the only metric people use to determine health when it comes to women, so, I get why someone would reject everything about weight loss. And, I hope you always feel healthy and at home in your body, no matter where the new meds take you.
Anyway, I had to read this twice. I did not like the author on the first go. Then, I went back in pretending she was fictional character, gaining much more compassion for her. It made me realize what a brave piece this was to write.
She was raw and honest, saying “this is what I feel,” without metering out her worst tendencies between excuses and appologies and sadness like every other piece I’ve read about being overweight. She’s just like “Fuck it, I’m a whale. And by the way, I hope you all get to be whales, too!”
She isn’t right or wrong, she is just ridiculously herself.
Yes, I think that’s exactly it, she’s just ridiculously herself, vulnerable, unfiltered 💜
And thank you for the kind words of support for my journey! At least I’m in a much better headspace than I used to be, learning how to be more me has really helped with that.