The thicker the thighs the sweeter the prize. Here’s a radical concept–what if we stopped caring about our bodies? What if we stopped loving them or hating them and just used them to do stuff we enjoy? What if we went whole months or years defining ourselves with words like smart or funny or witty or crafty? Do you love this shirt?
The thicker the thighs the sweeter the prize shirt
Doctors have tried to get me to lose weight since I was 160 pounds at 16 years old. I refused. I was happy, even at my highest weight of 360 pounds.
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I started having high amounts of pain. After a diagnosis of fibromyalgia my doctor told me that my pain would decrease if I lost weight. So I lost weight. I took off 140 pounds over the course of three years. Rather than helping my pain levels, it spiked it! My pain levels went from 5-6 to a constant 8. By constant I mean 24 7, 365 days a year! Rather than knowing it actually would help, the doctor used my chronic disease to push his weight loss agenda. I was (andam) furious! Eight years later and my pain still hovers around an 8 with an occasional lower number (7 or very rarely 6.) Pain that would send most people to the emergency room is my constant daily reality. AndI owe it all to that f’ing doctor! He was the only one of my doctors to tell me that losing weight absolutely would lower my pain.