Showing posts with label skinny. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 29, 2013

22 Weeks and lots of thoughts


I, like many girls and women of all shapes and sizes, have “struggled with weight” since middle school. Right around that age where puberty begins, I became aware that I had smaller breasts, smaller hips, thinner thighs, and more visible ribs than any other girls my age. Now I don’t know if it’s just a part of the “haters gonna hate” rule of life, or if it were actual genuine concern, but as soon as I hit high school, my self-consciousness was magnified by a constant stream of, “Did you eat enough?”… “Do you have an eating disorder?”… “You’re disgusting. Bitch, eat a BAGEL.”… “Are you bulimic?”
 
I have never been anorexic. I have never been bulimic. I have never had an eating disorder of any kind—unless you count eating lots and lots of junk food because I hoped that it might make me gain weight so that people would stop making me feel so incredibly uncomfortable about my body. I have never been an athlete, either—so those who wondered if I had an exercise “disorder” were also incorrect. All of these questions, all of these comments made me feel uncomfortable, self-conscious, and ugly.
 
Somehow it seems like the overweight people of the world think that we, the naturally slender, have no feelings. Somehow it seems like the overweight people of the world think that we are robot super-humans who don’t have any normal human struggles—especially not in the midst of life’s most trying times, like puberty or pregnancy!
 
“Real men like curves—only dogs like bones.” Have you heard that one before? It’s one of the most offensive things I’ve ever seen on the internet.
 
How are things like this supposed to make HEALTHY women feel about themselves? Something is seriously wrong when the woman who has taken care of herself posts flattering post-pregnancy photos online and she gets attacked and banned left and right.
 
Something is seriously wrong when a pregnant woman is told to her face that she is causing harm to her unborn child by being thin.
 
I shouldn’t have to be armed and ready with my standby response of “well I have Gestational Diabetes, so with my forced healthy diet I haven’t gained much weight.” I shouldn’t have to apologize for being fit.
 
Teenage girls of ANY shape or size should not be caused by friends or by teachers to think less of themselves for something that they have ZERO control over.
 
It’s completely unacceptable to make negative comments about people who are overweight. So why is it acceptable to overtly make fun of, put down, and cause thin people to feel guilty, unattractive, unhealthy, and abnormal?

Saturday, November 23, 2013

gestational diabetes


17 weeks.


I’m beginning to realize that what is intended to be a story about post-HELLP pregnancy may very well end up mostly being a story about pregnancy with gestational diabetes. I guess if I help somebody along the way, it’ll be worth it.

I went to my OB earlier this week, and was told that since I’ve been unable to control my fasting blood sugars I would have to begin medication. She gave me a choice between injections and a pill. I chose the pill, because, let’s be real here: needles are awful. I endure enough pain as it is checking my blood sugars four times a day, and I really don’t want to add to that! So, she prescribed Glyburide for me. I took it for the first time last night, and my fasting blood sugar this morning was not improved. At all. In fact, it’s exactly the same that it’s been all week. We’re not talking scary, I’m-gonna-die-in-a-diabetic-coma blood sugar, so don’t get all worked up. But just knowing that my body isn’t working the way it should, and despite my best efforts (working out, eating healthy, controlled portions) isn’t coming around at all, is extremely scary and frustrating.

And come on, let’s face it: Thanksgiving is this week! All I really want to do is eat stuffing and drink eggnog! Facing the truth that I can’t eat my weight in pie in a few days is devastating. Honestly, I’m tearing up at the thought.

I’ve never been particularly athletic, but I haven’t lived a sedentary life, either. I did theater for most of my life, which may not be as intense as training for the Olympics, but is fairly physically demanding. Up until a few months ago I always worked jobs that required me to be on my feet and briskly walking around all day. I love pie, eggnog, stuffing, and the occasional Big Mac, but I also love to snack on apples, carrots and peanut butter, and I drink so much water that I pee clear all day. I’m tall and slender and everyone who first meets me assumes that I’m a dancer or a runner or some sort of athlete and while it’s true that I’m not, I’m not unhealthy.

It doesn’t seem logical or fair that this should happen to me. So many women are overweight, sedentary, terrible eaters, soda drinkers, and so on. And yet so many of them go on to have completely “normal,” healthy pregnancies. Why me?

And then I slowly pull myself out of my pity-party. I remind myself that bad things happen to good people. God uses all situations for good. And while it’s easy to judge and think “life isn’t fair,” that’s the exact opposite of what is useful, good, and right.

…Right?