Who Will Survive in (fat)America?
So.
I’m having an issue.
A health issue.
A health issue that is probably absolutely nothing to worry about.
Still.
I should probably have it checked out.
I should probably have it checked out soon.
But I won’t.
Yet.
In all the news and statistics and handwringing over the burden of obesity on the healthcare system the fact is many fat/overweight/obese people are never actually in the healthcare system. At least not until catastrophe strikes. We avoid the disdainful looks, the comments, the outright judgement of the nurse/office manager/doctor when we step up onto the scales.
Four years ago I lost a seriously large amount of weight. Over the past two years I’ve gained a lot of it back. The last time I saw my gynecologist I had just stopped losing weight. To go back to her now when I am nowhere near that lowest weight is stupefying. And my gynecologist is nice. She lives in my neighborhood and I see her out and about on a regular basis. In fact I saw her on Sunday. So it’s not like seeing the significantly larger me would be a shock to her.
Still.
I can’t face her in that context. The guilt/shame/embarrassment overwhelms.
I’ll wait.
I’ll wait and I’ll hope the issue goes away on its own.
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