My mom was medicated at a functional level for paranoid schizophrenia my whole life. Growing up, she would complain that these miracle drugs that kept chaos out of our home made her fat. As a chubby little kid, I wondered, “Who cares?! You’re alive and you’re in control! Isn’t that worth 15 extra pounds?” Not to her! Thanks to her vanity (and the obligatory: the patriarchy, the media, etc), my father and I were subjected to episodes where she would go off the deep end and have to be hospitalized. Only to be discharged on a stronger dose of the fattening drugs than she began with. Rinse, repeat.
I think those incidents really made an impression on me regarding the evil of vanity. Unfortunately, I took that idea too far and never made space to have concern for my own health, never-mind my looks. I’ve been obese for at least 16 years.
Can anyone relate to this?
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