just something i posted on my tumblr
Some of you may not understand what it’s like to be called fat all your life. Even in high school at a mere 107lbs I was teased and ridiculed because i was curvy due to hitting puberty earlier than the rest of the girls so they assumed i was just fat.
Then in my later teens I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and told I need to take medications to manage the mood swings, basically my depressive and manic outbreaks. Here’s the kicker. The med the doctor wants to put me on has a side effect of weight gain.
I begrudgingly take it day by day. Gaining more and more. Till I can not take it any more. I convince the doctor that I can stop the pills and wean myself off of them.
I then went medication free for many years, lost the weight getting down to an acceptable weight of 120. STILL being teased for being fat cause I was STILL curvy. At my lowest weights I had a perfect hourglass figure, but only standing at 5’4” I am no runway model.
Finally in my mid 20’s I said enough is enough. These mood swings are unbearable. I went back to the doctor. I knew with the advances in medicine there had to be more choices out there for me. He of course told me he could put me on one of ten medications, but they ALL had the chance of making me gain weight.
We chose one we thought would suit me best. I took it for a couple of years and it worked beautifully for my mood swings. TILL it started metabolizing in my system. I started spiraling on a rapid weight gain. To the tune of over 80lbs in a matter of months.
I went back to a different Dr because by then I had moved and needed to switch Dr’s and my other Dr had gotten out of practice and into the administrative side of the medical profession. He said, there’s this new medication out that helps with weight loss in some patients but does the same thing as the medication I was on. So we start the process of weaning me off the Med I was on and dosing me up to the max dose to the new med.
Then I find out I am pregnant, and I have to stop all meds. So for the duration of the pregnancy I am med free. I gain a ton of weight. Thankfully I lose all the pregnancy weight right after having my son.
I start back on the medication we were trying before I got pregnant a couple months after giving birth. I notice a dramatic improvement. I start dropping pounds. more… and more…
to the tune of 44 so far… I still look relatively the same because of the extra skin hanging because of my pregnancy.
so ensue more FAT jokes and ridicule. does it end??
people just look at you differently if you aren’t a size 0 or 5. Like you did something wrong. Even when I weighed 107lbs I never wore those sizes because of my curves.
We are too quick to judge a person by their appearance. Judging someone because they are “fat” is like judging someone because they are black or white
Then in my later teens I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and told I need to take medications to manage the mood swings, basically my depressive and manic outbreaks. Here’s the kicker. The med the doctor wants to put me on has a side effect of weight gain.
I begrudgingly take it day by day. Gaining more and more. Till I can not take it any more. I convince the doctor that I can stop the pills and wean myself off of them.
I then went medication free for many years, lost the weight getting down to an acceptable weight of 120. STILL being teased for being fat cause I was STILL curvy. At my lowest weights I had a perfect hourglass figure, but only standing at 5’4” I am no runway model.
Finally in my mid 20’s I said enough is enough. These mood swings are unbearable. I went back to the doctor. I knew with the advances in medicine there had to be more choices out there for me. He of course told me he could put me on one of ten medications, but they ALL had the chance of making me gain weight.
We chose one we thought would suit me best. I took it for a couple of years and it worked beautifully for my mood swings. TILL it started metabolizing in my system. I started spiraling on a rapid weight gain. To the tune of over 80lbs in a matter of months.
I went back to a different Dr because by then I had moved and needed to switch Dr’s and my other Dr had gotten out of practice and into the administrative side of the medical profession. He said, there’s this new medication out that helps with weight loss in some patients but does the same thing as the medication I was on. So we start the process of weaning me off the Med I was on and dosing me up to the max dose to the new med.
Then I find out I am pregnant, and I have to stop all meds. So for the duration of the pregnancy I am med free. I gain a ton of weight. Thankfully I lose all the pregnancy weight right after having my son.
I start back on the medication we were trying before I got pregnant a couple months after giving birth. I notice a dramatic improvement. I start dropping pounds. more… and more…
to the tune of 44 so far… I still look relatively the same because of the extra skin hanging because of my pregnancy.
so ensue more FAT jokes and ridicule. does it end??
people just look at you differently if you aren’t a size 0 or 5. Like you did something wrong. Even when I weighed 107lbs I never wore those sizes because of my curves.
We are too quick to judge a person by their appearance. Judging someone because they are “fat” is like judging someone because they are black or white