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cornerofmadnessI've never been shy about talking about my weight problems and the medical conditions that keep the status quo. I ran across this article on self worth on a friend's FB page and it's an interesting article. I agree with it in some ways.
And in others, I don't want to be content with my body as it is. I feel like this body is a prison and I've done twenty years hard labor in it. The weight is wrecking my health and THAT is what I care about. I've never been one to care about the appearance aspect of it. I'm of two mind about size acceptance. I think people should be aware of the damage the extra weight is doing. On the other hand I have NO patience for people who judge someone based on their size, like that fashion editor who says she can't eat out because fat people disgust her or the doctor who won't see overweight patients because they're a danger for her staff and herself to move. WTF? As someone who has seen a lot of patients you almost never MOVE them unless they are severely disabled. Patients move themselves.
I have friends of all sizes and always have. One of my best friends in h.s. was very overweight (and at that time I was so thin people thought I was anorexic. I was not. I ate all the damn time). Her name was Barbara and naturally the other kids mocked her. They kept mocking her ever after she got bone cancer and lost all her hair. She died before we graduated. I think that was one of the reasons I have no patience for anyone judging by size. That and my ignorant ass uncle (who has also died of cancer) who was very overweight but had the nerve to tell me I was fat. At the time I was 5'9" and weighed under 120 pounds. Yeah, real fat. Idiot.
That said, I want them to entangle the weird web that caused the weight gain and keeps it there no matter what diet or exercise regime they put me.
While at home for Spring Break we were going thru the photos grandma had. Here is this one. It was taken about 6 months before my weight shot up to 270 pounds (I have lost some since then but not nearly enough).
See what I mean? I gained over 100 pounds between that summer and January the next year. Horrible. I haven't been able to touch that weight for the most part. Oddly enough my uncle saw this picture and said how pretty I was. You know, not a single guy my age has EVER told me that (regardless of my weight, probably another reason I don't care about my weight from the appearance side of things).
And completely off topic (other than you can see how ridiculous thin I was) here's a picture of me from the 80's. I was in college at the time. I'm on the porch with mom and the guy on the right is dad and the guy on the left is my uncle, it's his trailer we're at (he's NOT the uncle who called me fat but it was in THIS time period the other uncle deemed me overweight). Mostly posting this for people to see what I was talking about, the purple she-hawk hairdo.
And in others, I don't want to be content with my body as it is. I feel like this body is a prison and I've done twenty years hard labor in it. The weight is wrecking my health and THAT is what I care about. I've never been one to care about the appearance aspect of it. I'm of two mind about size acceptance. I think people should be aware of the damage the extra weight is doing. On the other hand I have NO patience for people who judge someone based on their size, like that fashion editor who says she can't eat out because fat people disgust her or the doctor who won't see overweight patients because they're a danger for her staff and herself to move. WTF? As someone who has seen a lot of patients you almost never MOVE them unless they are severely disabled. Patients move themselves.
I have friends of all sizes and always have. One of my best friends in h.s. was very overweight (and at that time I was so thin people thought I was anorexic. I was not. I ate all the damn time). Her name was Barbara and naturally the other kids mocked her. They kept mocking her ever after she got bone cancer and lost all her hair. She died before we graduated. I think that was one of the reasons I have no patience for anyone judging by size. That and my ignorant ass uncle (who has also died of cancer) who was very overweight but had the nerve to tell me I was fat. At the time I was 5'9" and weighed under 120 pounds. Yeah, real fat. Idiot.
That said, I want them to entangle the weird web that caused the weight gain and keeps it there no matter what diet or exercise regime they put me.
While at home for Spring Break we were going thru the photos grandma had. Here is this one. It was taken about 6 months before my weight shot up to 270 pounds (I have lost some since then but not nearly enough).
See what I mean? I gained over 100 pounds between that summer and January the next year. Horrible. I haven't been able to touch that weight for the most part. Oddly enough my uncle saw this picture and said how pretty I was. You know, not a single guy my age has EVER told me that (regardless of my weight, probably another reason I don't care about my weight from the appearance side of things).
And completely off topic (other than you can see how ridiculous thin I was) here's a picture of me from the 80's. I was in college at the time. I'm on the porch with mom and the guy on the right is dad and the guy on the left is my uncle, it's his trailer we're at (he's NOT the uncle who called me fat but it was in THIS time period the other uncle deemed me overweight). Mostly posting this for people to see what I was talking about, the purple she-hawk hairdo.
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