Fat cops, fat landlords, I just saw a sticker with the text ”f*ck oligarchs” and the person was an uglified fat man.

Truly, your revolution isn’t revolutionary if the only time you even think of fat people is when you need to depict a person in power.

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GLP-1s use for weight loss only has about 2 years worth of data so we don't really know much about them. I think he was talking about how GLP-1s work on hunger-related hormones and how that affects the brain. I don't know how accurate his assessment is on this point.

They are not a good medication (although he didn't really say what makes a good medication). Ibuprofen is OTC and is a horrible medication that actively damages your liver. So what the fuck is a "good" medication?

People plateau in their weight loss journeys or give up because they haven't really made the commitment to lifestyle changes. False. Bodies actively work at defending their weight when you diet. Your body will try to stop you from losing weight.

You gain all the weight back once you go off the medication. Well, you gain all the weight back after dieting, too. You gain the weight back after bariatric surgery even!

I didn't refute him or try to argue (even though I obviously had counter arguments to all of his points). Just asking him about going on a weight loss drug was hard enough.

It didn't help that I have actually lost weight since I last saw him. I'm doing the Whole 30 diet and walking some. I tried to tell him it is not a sustainable diet-- it's not meant to be! You're supposed to be on it for 30 fucking days! but he instead praised me and said I was "doing all the right things."

How many hoops does a fat person have to jump through before they are "worthy" of help? I never had to justify going on antidepressants to a doctor, whether I was in a significant crisis or when I just needed a little help, so why do I have to have an exact measurement of my suffering as fat person in order to deserve medical attention?

I want to have a real conversation about GLP-1s and my specific situation but that wasn't going to happen with my doctor. I have questions about the efficacy of the pill vs. the shot. I have questions about side effects and drug interactions, especially given my psychiatric history. I have questions about long term dosage and maintenance.

“Hey, um,” he says, obviously trying to hide some urgency, “can I ask you for kind of a weird favor?”

I’m standing behind the Flamingo Rampant book table at this trans conference, in Seattle, where I have been standing for two days. I’ve been visiting with friends, greeting acquaintances, and talking to parent after parent after anxious parent of trans and nonbinary kids looking for reflections of themselves. I’m a little tired and a little hoarse, a little dry-mouthed and a little hungry, and I feel, standing here, like I have been in service all day but also I like this young fellow and I love to be helpful, so I nod: yes.

He pours it out: “We’re doing top surgery show and tell across the hall. It’s pretty packed, but everyone who came to show their results is, like, me-sized. But a bunch of the guys who are looking to check out results are more… you-sized. So I was wondering, if I watched the books and all for a few minutes, could you maybe…”

“Go in there and be fat?” I ask.

He laughs nervously, all 5'5" and 115 pounds of himself, compact and sleek as an otter, and nods. “Basically.”