My life with Lipedema & Lymphedema...destined to be fat.
I shared my journey to health in the pool during my FitBloggin’ 14 Ignite in Savannah, GA. This was my first FitBloggin’ conference but it will definitely not be my last. Forgive my rushing, the point of an Ignite is to give quick information within 5 minutes, I excel at talking fast, I fail at getting to the point of a story within 5 minutes. Overall, I shared my story, I raised some awareness about Lipedema and Lymphedema and I found an entire new community of support and friends.
This morning I saw a post about Dear Abby on The Anti-Jared. Appears a young woman was told by her mother she couldn’t wear her bikini to the family pool gatherings. At first Abby suggested the woman should follow her mother’s wishes as it is her home and her rules.
But then Abby crossed the line and made assumptions related to the woman’s health and ultimately about the possibility her mother would be more proud of her if she “if you were less complacent and more willing to do something about your weight problem.”
If you have read my blog you know I have no issues with wearing a swimsuit, or about the face my mother instilled in me a sense a pride and self confidence.
So here is my quick response to Dear Abby that I left in the comments section. I plan on writing direct correspondence to her, also.
Dear Abby,
I have a medical condition called Lipedema, it’s an advance stage that includes Lymphedema. I currently weigh 400lbs and I proudly wear a swimsuit in public, on cruises, I’ve never been interested in wearing a bikini but that’s a personal preference nothing to do with how I feel about my body, because honestly I have plans on visiting a nude beach the next time I visit Florida.
And let me assure you my physician feels my HEALTH is fine, other than managing my lymphedema, all my other health statistics are in normal range. See I used to weigh over 500lbs, so while 400lbs is still morbidly obese being 100lbs less is still quite an accomplishment. As is the progress I’ve made in reducing the lymphedema in my legs. You should not be so quick to make judgmental assumption about the writer’s health based on her sharing her weight. It’s that type of stereotyping and stigma from society that keeps many people affected by obesity too ashamed to get out and enjoy life like this young woman is doing. Tell me would it better that she is so ashamed of her body that she doesn’t go swimming? Swimming is being active after all so it’s great that she is confident with her body and lives her life.
As for her mother, it seems the mother needs to be proud of her daughter no matter what size she is. I will tell you my mother is extremely proud of me and all my 400lbs, I have two college degrees and am working on a Masters in Health Law. Despite the challenges I have faced with my lymphedema and fighting weight stigma and bias in accessing healthcare and employment I continue to be successful and my mother, family, and friends are all very proud of me. And I am very proud of myself. Fat only describes me, it does not define me.
Sincerely,
Sarah
Last week a story hit the internet about a man who bought every last pie at Burger King in order to ruin the day of a mother and her unruly child who wanted “some f***ing pie.” Most readers cheered the man for what he did, and for some people who know me and think I’m a kid hater this might come as a surprise but I think the man is an asshole. There are doubts as to the authenticity of the story, which in my opinion only makes him an even bigger asshole for making up the story.
Why does this man’s bad day take priority over the mother and child’s bad day? What gives this man the right to ruin someone else’s day (a child’s at that) simply because he’s unable to cope with his own bad day? Kudos to the mother for being stronger, this man couldn’t manage what 5-10 minutes of the child behavior, the mother lives with it 24/7. How do we know if the child is a spoiled brat, or has special needs? Or is just having a bad day? Does it really matter? And dammit if a simple piece of pie would make him feel better or calm him down. And some ADULT decides to be an asshole and buy all the pie. As adults do we not seek things to soothe ourselves, a pint of ice cream, an alcoholic beverage? Or yes even some Burger King pie! I myself prefer the Hershey Pie from Burger King even better if it’s still frozen.
If true, all this man did was teach this kid it’s ok to be an asshole when you’re having a bad day. Imagine if a little empathy was shown and instead of telling the mother to control her child he attempted to engage the child in conversation.
“I want some pie too, what is your favorite pie?”
“What game are you playing? Oh, yeah that’s a tough one for me too.”
Imagine actually buying the kid a piece of pie and making his day verses ruining it?
Or even simply ignoring it…why go out of his way, spend $35 to purposing ruin a child’s day?
