Fat Shaming Or Honesty?

My own history as a fat person and why telling me the truth wouldn’t have helped — I already knew I was fat.

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For much of my life, I was fat. Stark, unvarnished truth. However, I started off life as a skinny child.

I was slender in high school. My BMI was 20.5. However, I looked thinner because I ran cross country and had muscular legs. I looked good in jeans.

Then I went to college and put on the freshman 10. Each year I put on a few pounds so by the time I graduated, my BMI was up to 25. Within a couple of years, it was up to 28.

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However, I became hiking obsessed when I went to Colorado for graduate school. I gained muscle and lost fat and my BMI was down at 24. Then I left Colorado and it started back up.

By the time I was married, my BMI was 29 and within a couple of years it was 32. I was definitely overweight. But when I got cancer in my mid-30s, it really shot up. It got up to 42. I wasn’t just fat — I was obese. The chemo destroyed my metabolism.

Here’s the thing — I always knew when I was overweight. I didn’t need anyone to tell…