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Obesity is certainly a problem... it's also a scare word. 'Fat' is a playground insult, 'overweight' is generally either used as a euphemism or as a subjective attack on your own weight... 'obese' is the extreme, and adding the word 'clinically' adds verisimilitude and... well, weight.
Lurid, regardless of whether your doctor would describe you as obese, you simply don't look obese - if you were huge, no amount of clever dressing could hide it. This should take the power out of the phrase right away - reducing it to the level of medical diagnosis. The more important thing to focus on, as say, is your health and your relationship with what you eat. I liked my body more when I was horribly unhealthy (existing on a diet of Doritos, scotch and cigarettes), and now that I'm eating properly, I'm getting a wee bit porky...
As regards discussion of the gynaecomastia - you're right, doctors display less empathy with men. So does the rest of society... and that's mostly because we don't talk about our mental and physical health (I generalise, obviously). Case in point - provided everything with me and miss spooky continues as swimmingly as it has to date, when I turn thirty I intend to have a vasectomy. I suggested it, we've discussed it, and we agreed that for us, with the lifestyle and sexual habits that we have, it's a sensible idea. And despite the fact that me and spooks talk about everything, I still haven't talked to her about the fact that I've started having bad dreams about it, or about the fact that I know that my reaction to being circumcised during puberty is responsible. The idea of 'Little Jack' going under the knife again terrifies me. But I've not mentioned it to her once, and I have no idea why...
I have no idea now whether that's in any way similar to what you're referring to Lurid... have a sneaking suspicion I've just coopted your thread. Felt good to get it off my chest, though... |
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