“You should lose weight” is simply not advice. Tell me, what is helpful about that statement? Where is the advice? At what point did the medical professional tasked with helping me manage my wellbeing offer me opportunity, assistance, or resources for accomplishing the goal of shrinking my body? At what point did this medical professional differentiate muscle mass from fat? At what point did this healthcare provider ask me about my lifestyle, or even to track my diet and exercise for further scrutiny?
I know fat is not good for inflammatory arthritis. I know it is important to eat right and exercise. I have struggled with my weight my entire life. Even in times when my BMI was perfect, I saw that I was bigger than other girls my age. I saw boys look past me to a stick figure with a padded bra. I see the clothing racks that have “all sizes”, but only if the biggest size is XL. I have to assume very thin people have similar experiences. I have no intention of body shaming thin people with this blog post. I simply feel the need to point out the superficiality of standard American healthcare.
My body mass index (BMI) is far from perfect now, but not for lack of effort. The calculations used in a primary care physician’s office, based solely on weight versus height, are not true BMI calculations. That would require a water displacement test. Remember when we were children, and the PE teacher pinched us with a caliper at the end of every school year? That obnoxious test is a better indicator of health than the standard BMI calculation. Muscle weighs more than fat, so weight is a mostly useless statistic. Even the name of the test tells us mass is a more useful measurement than weight.
My tall, thin father died of a sudden heart attack at the age of 30. Do you think anyone ever told him he was unhealthy based on his appearance, weight, or height? No! The health problem that killed him went undetected. What if his doctor treated his high cholesterol and smoking as red flags?
I weigh very close to my all-time high, but I also have more muscle mass than ever before and wear clothes one to two sizes smaller than my largest. I work out regularly, but I avoid high-impact movements to protect my joints. I like vegetables. In fact, I weighed my heaviest after being a vegetarian for over three years, so don’t tell me to lay off the bacon, the carbs, the soda (which I drink rarely anyway), the whatever. The fact is that healthcare should be based on an individual’s health, not their outward measurements.
We all have goals for our health, and fitting into a smaller size simply doesn’t rank for me. Sure, I would love to be svelt and desirable by all standards, but I’m not delusional. I care about my cardiovascular health, having enough strength in my hands to compensate for joint stiffness when turning a doorknob, maintaining and improving my flexibility, not vomiting after every meal because of a medication. And whether I like it or not, sometimes getting out of bed at all is the day’s greatest accomplishment because letting my feet hit the floor is excruciating. When was the last time your doctor asked how your exercise routine was going, asked if any aspect of a healthy diet was particularly troubling, or offered any resource to ensure your lifestyle choices are as healthy as they should be?
The American healthcare system is a study in hypocrisy. Doctors treat fat people as a blight and thin people as the gold standard, despite an individual’s overall health. We brag about the quality of our healthcare and simultaneously fret over the obesity epidemic. Americans are getting bigger, but the body shaming seems more prominent than ever before. I go to a doctor’s office for advice about my health, and his response is to call me unhealthy and send me on my way with no further discussion.
Why does the conversation always begin and end with a two-word judgement? “Lose weight.” Make me, literally. If a doctor expects me to lose weight, then I expect that doctor to help me do so in a safe and effective way.