Stop gaslighting the fat girls.

Another millennial rant about ozempic.

I held my breath and stepped on the scale. I said a silent prayer that my low-rise jeans wouldn’t mess with my weigh-in. At home, I’d jump on the scale naked, but not at a Weight Watchers meeting.

“Two pounds down since your last weigh-in.”

I exhaled and felt the pride manifest as a goofy grin across my face. I high-fived my mom and aunt, and we made our way into the meeting.

an ancient artifact, iykyk.

These days, it would be a crime to take an eighth grader to Weight Watchers. But in the early aughts, it was an absolute sin to be thirteen and weigh more than 110 pounds. It was the age of everything low-fat, Lean Cuisine microwave dinners, and 100-calorie packs. This was when heroin-chic-Nicole-Richie-scary-skinny was in, and everybody was getting stupid thin.

Thankfully, we all eventually came to our senses, and with the rise of social media, more people started talking about eating disorders. Then the Kardashians came on the scene, and it became very cool to be curvy for a bit. Of course, that came with its own societal issues like unattainable hourglass dimensions and dangerous BBLs. I’m not sure what’s worse, starving to death or flying to a third world country to get the fat sucked out of your belly and into your ass?

And when curvy/body acceptance became the norm, it wasn’t long before the pendulum swung the complete other way… out into another dimension.

We called this period of time “healthy at any size.” Any size? Yes, ANY size. Even if you were 600 pounds? It’s fine! You can be healthy! And diet culture is toxic, didn’t you know? And God forbid you count your calories. You’re an idiot. Don’t like the size of your body? You’re perpetuating diet culture.

And of course it was the thin women, the ones who were never overweight a day in their lives, berating anyone who wanted to fit into smaller pants.

Fast forward to 2025 and I have whiplash. Because everyone around me is emaciated and losing twenty-five pounds a month. And their hair is falling out and they literally look ill, and we’re not allowed to talk about it. We’re not allowed to talk about how absolutely insane and scary it is.

I see the looks of pity when I tell people I’ve only lost thirty-ish pounds via a calorie deficit. And gasp!! It’s taken me a whole year. I can practically hear their thoughts bitch, just go on Ozempic.

But I don’t. Fucking. Want. To.

I’m sorry, but I don’t buy this “I can’t lose weight” bullshit. But I have PCOS, but I tried everything, but my cOrTiSoL, but my gut is inflamed, but but but… spare me, please. Have you stopped to consider that you, too, just have whiplash? That the pressure to be skinny AF is real and it would take so long to lose the weight, it’ll be out of style again?

Is it possible that you are also just so burnt out from the conflicting weight-loss advice over the last twenty years that when a miracle drug came along, you just wanted to… don’t hate me… take the easy way out?

Because after the 2000s low-fat phase came the low-carb, then the no-carb, then the clean eating, then the raw vegan, the non-GMO, the gut-health craze, the intuitive eating, followed by the carnivore diet. Millennials are all walking around doing mental gymnastics over what to have for lunch due to crippling orthorexia.

And before you accuse me of judging you, how could I? How could I judge anyone who is probably just like me, who has been thinking about their weight and food and everything that goes into their body their entire lives?

I don’t blame you, babe, for taking meds as the way to finally get the body that you want. But we’re allowed to talk about it. I’m allowed to not be treated like an idiot. It’s scary how skinny people are right now and how skinny some of these celebrities are right now.

And of course, the fat girls are always gonna be gaslit.

PS — If this was triggering, I get it. And, truly, I do not judge anyone for being on a GLP-1. I’m not just saying that, I just think things are inching toward scary right now. Love u!

circa 2007, junior year of high school. i thought i was fat here 🙄

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