Following a pregnancy scare I went to a doctor. It was an awful experience. The first five minutes was spent giving me the “protected sex” lecture and explaining that I may need to take a blood test. I agreed, I had been pretty dumb. What followed though was 45 minutes of him telling me to lose weight. I’ve always been a bit bigger and most of my weight is muscle, making me a pretty dense person. He told me things like, “I don’t even need to weigh you to know that you are at an unhealthy weight” and “Do you even excercize?” “You’re obviously eating unhealthy.” I don’t eat the healthiest. I’m a COLLEGE student. I’m lucky I eat at all. But I do excercize. I tried to explain that what he was saying was pretty triggering as I had suffered from anorexia in middle and high school. He continued on, telling me to eat less and work out more. When the visit was over, I cried and tried to move on with life.



He called me to tell me the results of my blood test, I thanked him and went to celebrate, and then he asked me if I was eating healthier and working out. I hung up.