I was recently told something I never thought I’d hear. During counselling for my anorexia, I had to be weighed. I was overweight…talk about irony!
I was shocked, upset and embarrassed. Rather than see it as an achievement, overcoming something that had ruled my life for ten years, I saw it as a failure. But, why?
Tell someone they’ve lost weight you’ll get a hug, tell them they’ve put it on you’ll get a slap. Britain’s dieting industry makes £2 billion every year. There’s a reason why. Weight’s seen a bad thing in society.
There’s so much fat shaming in day-to-day life that you may not even have realised. I didn’t. Here are some examples:
Nobody likes to talk about their sexual health. It’s a topic a lot of people are uncomfortable with. But, if you’re old enough to have sex, you should be old enough to talk about it. It’s something I’ve only recently realised.
I knew something was wrong when I woke up on a hospital floor. I’d broken my nose, smashed my teeth and blood was coming out of my eye. It wasn’t ideal.
I’d been doing corporate role play; pretending to be a patient for training doctors. I had to pretend to be catheterised (that’s when they stick a pipe in your pipe so you don’t wee!) But, don’t worry I had a prosthetic penis. I had to pretend this was my real ‘little soldier’ and to act out in pain so doctors and nurses know what to expect when they go onto the wards and do it in real life.
The first trainee surgeon must’ve been a tree surgeon – he was very gruff. He manhandled my plastic manhood and made me feel dizzy. Next thing I knew I was waking up on the floor.