On being a fat medical student, at the start of our metabolism module
Weβre starting our βmetabolismβ module at med school this week, and Iβm dreading it with every fibre of my being. You see, I am going to be a doctor, and I am fat.
Iβm not the type of fat you feel after youβve had a big lunch, and your usually flat belly is protesting against the waistband of your jeans. Iβm the real kind. My BMI hovers a couple of points below βmorbidly obeseβ.
I worry a lot about what people will think of me as a fat doctor. For the smartarses among you, of course Iβve tried to be non-fat, it goes without saying. The thing is though, bodies donβt really like weighing less all of a sudden and are pretty good at reversing things in the long run. Mostly my body settles back to the same size 18 shape eventually.
I am always aware of my fatness, but perhaps more so here at medical school. We are training to work with bodies, and mine is a type of body we warn our patients not to have. It is the first thing described in every list of βmodifiable risk factorsβ. A colleague suggests βjust donβt let yourself get too fatβ as we talk about preventing a certain type of cancer. A final exam question asks us to list four poor health outcomes associated with obesity. I sit through lectures with slides that have sniggering titles like βhow BIG is the problem?β
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