Comments on: Fat Chicks Get No Respect

By: Libby

Libby — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 08:14:03 +0000

It’s not even true, I have a super morbidly obese aunt and she’s been married twice and had several boyfriends. I’m fat and have a fabulous husband.

By: Le`Bleu

Le`Bleu — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 13:55:37 +0000

When I was in high school I was very athletic. I was in karate from age 10 to 19 and while I was doing that I was in gymnastics, field hockey, volleyball, soccar, and survivalist games. I was not a little girl, I was a big, strong, solid girl. At 5’1.5″ and 16 I went to visit a new doctor and the nurse ran me through all the scales and wrote down my information. I weighed around 154 lbs, I think. The doctor came in while I was waiting with the chart, sat down reading it, didn’t look at me once before she began telling me that I needed to start a serious diet before my weight started adversely affecting my cholesterol and health.

… I was a size 8.

By: Leia

Leia — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 19:41:04 +0000

OMG… read your book and loved it, now I’m catching up on the blogs. My jaw nearly dropped when I read this entry… because this totally happened to me! At 23 years old and 250 pounds I was at the Drs Office and she told me that if I wanted to loose weight I had to have a goal in mind… preparing myself to hear the you don’t want diabetes or a heart attack message or die an early death message I got ready for my gracious thank you for your concern smile I so love to give drs. Then the bitch said that if my goal was to get married I had to loose weight because men don’t like fat women… unless they are fat themselves or just like that sort of thing. WTF???!!! When was marriage a goal and who the hell asked her to declare me fat and unmarriagable? Unless of course I’m lucky enough to find a chubby chaser! Oh the medical industry!

Thanks so much for all that you have done to keep the truth in the forefront! You are so brave!

By: Inny

Inny — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 09:41:10 +0000

I realise I’m 3 years late but I couldn’t help but comment. I’m overweight and I have the greatest boyfriend in the world! He tells me I look good every day and I think he seriously believes it. His weight’s pretty average, and he looks beautiful too. Sometimes I feel like I’m committing a horrible dating crime, dating this smart nice guy while I read in the papers how models, actresses, pop starts and various other sex symbol date men that 1.) f*ck them and leave, 2.) are only there for their money, or 3.)are domestic abusers. Your weight’s got nothing to do with how good your love life is.

By: Jester

Jester — Fri, 24 Feb 2006 16:38:08 +0000

Just taking a stroll through your archives and happened upon this entry (very well done, by the way), so I just had to throw in my “stupid PA” story.

A few years back I visited the Dr., which means I spent 30 seconds with the Dr. and 15 minutes with the Physician’s Assistant. After admitting that I’m a yo-yo dieter, the sweet young thing very gently asked, “Do you realize that what you eat could be affecting your weight.” I think I looked at her like she was an idiot, thinking, “Gee, no, the times I’ve gained and lost and gained again, I wasn’t eating then. Couldn’t be that!” Yes, I embrace the mental religion of Sarcasm.

Jester