Why, oh why? Good question.
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, 04-12-2013 at 05:39 PM (1273 Views)
When visiting the surgeon, Dr. Roslin, for the first time, he asked why I wanted to have the surgery. My response was, "I am doing it for my health." He replied, "I call bullshit. Fat people are trained to give that answer." He proceeded to tell me there isn't any woman who wouldn't give anything to be a size four, implying vanity could be the catalyst and confusing me because I have a penis!
I thought about his question more deeply and admit it is not about vanity for me. No, not this guy. I mean, I still wear my hair long from my rocker days and sport an outdated goatee, looking like a chunkier version of the Undertaker, or so my students tell me. And health is a concern as I am on the wrong side of 40. But is that the sole reason? Hm...
I realize there is a lot more. Loads more. Boxes filled with dark corners and suppressed hurts and denied feelings that, once the cobwebs were brushed away, I unpacked slowly and reacquainted myself with the bittersweet contents. I am having the surgery because I would like to visit a restaurant and not panic if I only see booths, fearing I will not fit, or if there are tables, worrying if they can support my 400 lb frame. I am having the surgery so when I book a flight to my next destination, I can save the extra fare from the extra seat and avoid the stares of utter fear from passengers troubled I may be seated next to them. I am having the surgery so I can return to Europe, particularly Sweden, and not be laughed at, pointed at, or be ridiculed by people I don't know simply because of my size. I am having my surgery so I can wipe my own damn ass and be sure it is completely clean! I am having the surgery so I can retrieve a dropped item without having to kick it over to a wall so that I have a support to lean on to bend and pick it up. I am having the surgery to change my life for the better. I may still be an ugly (expletive deleted), but I will be a happy one.