I am fat, healthy, happy – and entirely unsurprised at how quickly the small gains of the body positivity movement have been rolled back with the arrival of a new ‘miracle’ drug
The first time someone told me to try Ozempic was last Thanksgiving. I had already lost over 50lb in the preceding nine months just from making modest lifestyle adjustments, and I had solved the nascent health problems that had set off the urge to make those changes in the first place. I was still undeniably a fat person, but I was feeling incredibly proud of how I had taken some initiative and control, and gotten to a healthier place all on my own. For the first time in my entire life, I was comfortable with my body.
After you lose a significant percentage of your body mass, no matter how big you were to begin with, your metabolism slows down in an effort to conserve what’s left. Once this happens, it makes further weight loss increasingly difficult, and by Thanksgiving I had hit the plateau. So it was then, on the fattest day of the American calendar, that my relative urged me to look into the hot new miracle drug. She was taking it for her diabetes, had lost a tremendous amount of weight, and was quick to sing the drug’s praises. “Ask your doctor about it,” she urged.
