Fat Shaming is terrible.  In fact there’s only one place left where they’re allowed to fat shame.

The doctor’s office.

I was there last week…  y’know… you walk in.  First thing - they put you on the scale… which is located in the middle of a busy hallway. And if you’re sensitive about your weight… as you balance your feet… you cringe as you wait for the number.  Oh you bargain.  Can I take my shoes off.  Here.  Hold my phone.

But it doesn’t work.  The number is the number.  But now… there’s a movement to stop public weight shaming at the doctor’s office.  Some women on the web… complain there is no reason to weigh you.  So the doctor can tell you… “well, you’re a few pounds overweight and oughta cut back.  What person who’s overweight is not aware of it already?

This is why the proper response is to ask… why do you need to weigh me?  Will it change the medication you prescribe?  Will I get a different diagnosis depending on my weight? 

So people decline to get weighed.  At the doctor's office last Friday … I was overjoyed the scale said 94.  I felt 12 years old.  94… I felt lighter than air… before I realized it was kilograms.  94 kilos.  Which sounds a lot less but it's exactly the same as 207 pounds.  

Kilograms are a mood boost.  And that’s important… because after they weigh you in pounds… and you get all upset… what’s the next thing they do?  They take your blood pressure.  Big surprise.  It’s through the roof.
Doctors… you gotta  flip your scale to kilograms … it’ll take 10 points off your patient’s diastolic