tw: fat hate
Earlier this year I had gone to visit my Granddad overseas and I got sick- coughing, sneezing, sore throat and vomiting. Due to that, I had to go to his Doctor to get a prescription for medicine.
I walked into her office while my Granddad waited outside and the first remark she made was ‘oh you’re very overweight aren’t you?’
I was stunned, I froze in my spot, too shocked to be upset. I’m not a very socially confident person so I said nothing, I just stared at the ground, hoping that she wouldn’t make any other comments about my weight. But she did.
While she was examining me she said:
"Is there a lot of obesity in Australia? When my own daughter went to visit she was horrified at the amount of obesity there!"
"Do you eat a lot of meat?" (I’m a vegetarian!)
"Do you have an obese parent?"
"Do you go to the gym?"
"You should perhaps go to the gym."
"You’ll be less sick if you exercise everyday."
I wanted to cry. I knew I was going to cry. I wished I had enough courage to snap at her and walk out but I simply didn’t.
When I left the clinic and told the story to my Granddad, his response was, “It’s your own fault for being fat, she’s a good doctor.”
I cried my eyes out for hours after that.
Thin privilege is not having to go through this^ ordeal with your doctor and family.