“Skinny women don’t experience medical neglect because of their weight.”

Oof. Let me disabuse anyone of that notion.

It took a lot of doctors to be diagnosed with gastroparesis. At one point before diagnosis I was visibly unwell and 89 lbs. (5’, large chested.) The NP I saw that day told me I was “fine” because I “didn’t look like an auschwitz victim yet.”

He then wrote in my file that I was an “anxious anorexic” despite begging for help gaining weight because OMG and that I was “prone to bouts of crying.” Y’all. I’m on the spectrum. My own children have seen me cry maybe 3-5 times their whole life. And they’re adults. I was afraid for my life.

I’m lucky to be alive. Honestly I just spontaneously recovered a bit, but staying over 100 is still a constant challenge.

No one wins the Pain Olympics.