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True & Honest Fan
Just saying, if you genuinely care about people's health as much as you say you do, you shouldn't use such inflammatory language or try to guilt trip overweight people. Why? Because a lot of us already feel shitty enough as it is.
I'm overweight because I use eating as a coping mechanism for the mental illnesses I have (not going to :powerlevel: too hard here so I'll keep it general). I suffer from severe anxiety and, on occasion, depression and have been on medication for years. My neurosis, combined with the medication I take, have caused me to have a very strange relationship with food; I’ll avoid eating for a long time before binging out on junk food or food that isn’t very nutritious. And whenever my mental illnesses flare up, I have an obsessive compulsion to literally eat my feelings away so I don’t have to confront them; I don’t think I can articulate how hard it is to resist this compulsion. And the worst part is that compulsive eating is still way better than the self-destructive way I used to control my feelings. All of this has resulted in a very vicious circle, where I keep feeling worse and worse about myself, leading to more binging, leading to even lower self-esteem .
As much as dislike the HAES movement for glamorizing my predicament, I also dislike the anti-HAES side for making me feel worse about myself while ostensibly doing so for the sake of my health. And I really don't appreciate you making judgements about my moral character just because of the way I look, saying that I'm ugly, selfish, and indulgent for being overweight. This is exactly what I mean, anti-fat people are doing so much more harm than good by being so judgemental and condescending instead of actually trying to understand why people overeat and how they can deal with the underlying problems that drive them to do so.
You could always work on changing it. I suffer(ed) from clinical depression, severe social anxiety, was suicidal and was a fat bastard. I was on an anti-depressant that caused me to gain about 60 lb. Incidentally, I never saw myself as overweight. I took a college course on fitness (was required to graduate) and they made us fill out forms about ourselves; doing this, I realized what a fat bastard I had become. My bodyfat percentage was 37%. I was 5'9, 175 lb, with almost no muscle mass.
Did I sit there and whine about it? Did I call them judgmental and write about it on my Tumblr? Fuck no, I didn't. I started running every other day. I started lifting weights. Yeah, it sucked at first. Waking up 45 minutes early to walk/run for 20 minutes, shower, etc before class sucked (I had 8 am classes). I slowly started being able to run the whole 20 minutes, then kept running more. I started adding more weights. I started out being unable to jog for 5 minutes and could only bench 65 lb. I made small dietary changes over time, one every other week (1 less soda per day, replace candy bar with apple, etc... ) But you know what? I kept fucking doing it. My health was too important to delude myself into thinking it was okay to live like that. I was too important to live like that.
That was now about 10 years ago. I started bodybuilding and training MMA. I now, ironically, outweigh my old fat self, but I now have a lot of muscle on me. I have visible abs. I have great arms. I can bench press my own bodyweight a dozen times. I can deadlift over twice my bodyweight and can squat almost twice my bodyweight. Not to sound narcissistic, but I look 10 years younger than I am. I am 32 but get hit on by high school girls and cougars alike. My depression has gone down. And on days where it is still an issue, instead of drowning my depression in food and vidya, I now hit the gym and strive to be stronger every day. On a bad day, nothing gets me less depressed than a cute girl at the gym eyeing me up.
If a formerly suicidal, depressed, vidya-addicted fat fuck like me could do it, any one can.