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Pretty much all of them have tried already. A couple of them have succeeded. My question is, what if they try and try and try and still fail? What if they're still fat?
What if they're fat forever? What do you do with them then? Do you really want millions of teenage girls to feel like they're trapped in bodies that are ruining their lives? And on top of that, it's because of their own moral failure?
And on top of that, they're ruining America with the terribly expensive diabetes that they don't even have yet? You know what's shameful? A complete lack of empathy. A few days later, Dan Savage wrote a response, by the way, three times longer than Lindy's post. She didn't convince him at all. Dan and she went out once for beer and soft pretzels and talked it out a little to make sure they were still friends. Of course, they still didn't agree. And then they never spoke about it again.
Lindy says in the years since, though, she's noticed-- and Dan says this is true-- he writes about fat people differently. No cheap punchlines. Live and learn, he texted me. Of course, how Lindy writes about fat people was changed by this as well. Right away, they suggest the diet they think best. They make me sick.
I wish they'd cut it out. I don't want to get thin. Why should I when I'm all right as I am? So when we were all talking about what wanted to put on this week's show, we come to the subject of fat suits.
And one of our staffers, Elna Baker, blurted out, if she put one of those on today, she'd feel like herself again. Elna is one of those rare people who has lost a lot of weight. She lost pounds, and she's kept it off for years and years.
Says she grew up being told the same thing that lots of fat girls are told-- that she'd never have a husband or a family if she stayed fat. She'd never got the job she wanted if she stayed fat. The job she wanted in her case was she wanted to be an actress. Her grandfather would tell her flat out, nobody wants to see a fat girl on TV. But she didn't believe it. She thought it was an exaggeration.
She's a hard worker, good attitude. She just figured she'd just make it work. Then it didn't work. Here's Elna. A year out of college, I took stock of my life. It was not going as planned. I was unemployed, and I had never been in a relationship.
I tried for the life I wanted, hard. I got a scholarship to NYU. I was a huge flirt with lots of guy friends. But it felt like there was an invisible force blocking me from achieving my dreams. Sure, I'd think, is it because I'm fat? But then I'd think, don't be paranoid. I refused to believe that people were that shallow. It had to be more complicated. I tried to put my finger on it, but I just couldn't figure it out. Once I lost weight, I realized, it was all because I was fat.
It felt like that famous Eddie Murphy sketch on Saturday Night Livewhere he goes undercover in whiteface and gets treated way better. He rides the city bus. And when the last black rider gets off, music starts. A cocktail waitress in a sequined dress hands out martinis. That's what I felt like-- like this whole other world for thin people had existed alongside mine, a world they've been keeping a secret from me.
When I was fat and I walked down the street, people would stare. I'd hear comments that I would ignore. Occasionally someone would shout something out at me. In this new world, when I walked down the street, attractive men and women would do something to me they'd never done before.
They would look me up and down, and then they would nod their heads. Thin people nod at each other? I looked at my pile and began debating what would stay and what would go. The deli guy waved his hand.
Take it? I walked out cautiously, not sure what had just happened. So I tried the same thing at a different deli, this time on purpose. I picked out more items than I had money for. Then I faked debating which ones to choose. Soon it was a scam I ran all over the city. It wasn't about saving money. I wanted to know, is this is a thing? It's a thing. Of course, I'd lost the weight to fix two specific problems. I wanted to get a job and find love. Old Elna looked for a job for a year and a half.
New Elna was offered work a month after she hit her goal weight, an entry-level position on an actual TV show. I was hired to be a page at the Letterman show. My job was to walk down the line of people waiting to go into the theater and divide them into three groups-- dots, generals, and CBS twos.
The dots were the beautiful people. They got seated in the first three rows. Usually those were the only rows you saw on television. Generals were average people. They sat in the order they arrived. CBS two was for fat people, elderly people with a visible illness, people who looked like they might be disruptive, and goths. I'd scribble CBS two on their ticket. And that was code for, seat them in the back three rows at the balcony-- the nosebleed seats.
I'd seen Letterman a few years earlier. I was near the front of the line and somehow ended up in the nosebleeds.
I remember being confused by it. The day I was trained, I put it together. Here's how I did it. I enrolled in a weight loss clinic. The doctor gave me a list of foods I could eat and told me I had to exercise daily.
Your diet will be aided by medicine, he told me-- potassium, serotonin, dopamine, a multi-vitamin, and then phentermine, which would help suppress my appetite. I look down at the little colored tablets. Skittles, I thought, only the opposite. I began my diet with a prayer for grace. I was Mormon then. I asked God to give me the same willpower Jesus had when he fasted in the wilderness for 40 days. I prayed for his self-control. Then I took the first pill, phentermine, which is similar to amphetamines-- 2011 (The No Hellos Diet) - Sam Pink - I Never Liked My Dad (Cassette).
I'd never done drugs before. Remember, I was Mormon. I'd never even tried coffee. I didn't know how a substance could alter your state of being. And so when I became so focused, so driven, so able not to eat, and so into cleaning, I was certain my prayer had been answered.
I was sure it was God. I kept a journal during that time and recently read from it on stage. This is from my journal. So I'm doing it. I'm taking control over my body. In the last month and 10 days, I have lost 30 pounds. I cannot deny Heavenly Father's role in this whole process. I am receiving divine help. I basically feel like I am possessed by an alien.
Now I just have to keep going. And this is 2011 (The No Hellos Diet) - Sam Pink - I Never Liked My Dad (Cassette) so after I'd lost, like, 60 pounds, it was like the racial breakdown. I would walk down the street. Black dudes noticed me. And Asian guys have never noticed me! I'd only been kissed a handful of times when I was fat. Each ended with the guys saying the same exact thing-- "don't tell anyone about this. And it did. New Elna kissed 16 guys in eight weeks. I know this, because I drew a map in my journal of the city and marked the location of each kiss with an X, geolocating it.
Nine months in, I started seeing a guy from my building-- a kindergarten teacher who left love notes on my door. And we started to really fall for each other. One night, he told me, "I liked you from the first moment I saw you. But we'd met long before that barbecue.
We'd lived in the same small building for four years. One day, when I was still fat, I'd knocked on his door and asked to borrow a hammer. When I brought it back, we talked for 20 minutes. After that, I knew him. He was Andy in 3C. We nodded when we saw each other in the hallway. Now he had no idea that girl was me. We dated for another two months, but I couldn't let it go. It just spoiled everything.
I thought we were falling in love. I thought it was real. But it was based on the way I looked. He couldn't even see me when I was fat. I didn't matter until I was this size. The attention I got from men, I wrote in my journal, I wish I could just enjoy it. Instead it made me sad. It was the unfairness that got to me. Old Elna longed for someone like Andy and never got him. She tried so hard for everything that I now got so easily.
New Elna didn't have to be a good person. I just had to be thin. It made the world seem so bleak, like this is the system? It made me less hopeful about people. When guys came on to me, it didn't feel like it was about me. I could be anyone. It made it hard to trust people.
Can I just say another word about this? It's just such an unbalanced reward system. It took so much more kindness, hard work, and ingenuity to be a person in the world when I was fat. All this took was not eating. Here's something that surprised me. It wasn't enough to take diet pills. It wasn't enough to lose the weight of an entire adult woman from my own body. Once I did all that, I realized I still wasn't actually thin.
Not really. After dropping the weight, I had so much extra skin that I could lay on my side and pull it a half foot in either direction. For a long time, I tried to get the skin to go away with lotions and exercise. Eventually, I resorted to surgery-- in fact, four different surgeries. They included something called a circumferential body lift.
They made an incision around my entire waist, cut out a 6-inch belt of skin, and then sewed me back together. I also got a thigh lift. They cut up my legs from my knees to my groin and took out as much skin as they could. Now I have a scar that runs completely around my waist, as if a magician cut me in half. I also have two scars running up my legs like inseams.
In order for my legs to heal, I had to sit alone in a room for a month without any underwear and my legs spread eagle. It's OK. I made it through every season of The Wire. But it was a painful month. One night, I went to pee, and the incision along my crotch split open two inches, not unlike splitting the crotch of your jeans, except it was my actual crotch. I called the doctor in a panic.
He told me he couldn't sew it back up together without a risk of infection. So I had to pack the wound with gauze and keep packing it. I tried to pack it myself, but I was too hurt to move. As I bent forward, I heard it split even more.
I called my friend Andrea sobbing. She was at my apartment within five minutes. She came in holding a bottle of white wine and two Valiums-- one for her, one for me. She had me lay back and pushed wads of gauze in my leg crease like she was putting the stuffing back in a teddy bear.
But even surgery couldn't remove the extra skin entirely. When I hold my arms and legs out, I still look like a flying squirrel. Here's a journal entry from when I was Quote, "I was happy when I was overweight. I had no idea I should be sad. I was free before. I had trained myself not to care what people thought, and I'd done a good job of it.
I learned how to do the worm, and I would do it in dance circles. Only I wasn't actually physically capable of it. I just thought it was funny, and it made everyone laugh. I would never do that now. What if I look stupid? I wore the most ridiculously bold things-- vintage neon green and pink Hawaiian print dresses. I didn't constantly take the temperature of the room. It just was. That's the person I sold out to become this person.
As new Elna, I threw out all my pictures of old Elna and all the pictures in my parents' photo albums too, because I didn't want people to see them. And when I looked at those photos, they made me feel bad, because in the pictures, I looked happy.
And I'd look at them and think, you're so stupid to think that you're happy. That's crazy, of course. And now I don't have any pictures of myself from ages 12 to As new Elna, I once went on a date with a cute guy who said to me, I know this is going to sound mean, but I just can't tolerate fat people, and then took my hand for the very first time.
And I held his hand. I said nothing. I didn't tell him about old Elna. We went for a walk. I went out with him again. It's sad that new Elna gets everything old Elna wanted, because I think old Elna was a better person than new Elna.
Recently I read Lindy West's book. She's my same age. We both grew up in Seattle. We're the same height and used to be the same weight. And she stayed fat and decided she was happy with it. She got everything I thought I had to lose over pounds to get. Sarai Walker's book Dietland hit me just as hard. I related more to those books than any I've ever read. In each of them, a fat woman grappled with the same things I did and made the opposite choice.
They stayed fat. And reading these two books was the first time I was able to imagine a parallel universe where I could have stayed fat. For the first time, I wondered if I had done the right thing by killing off old Elna. I've been honestly in a bit of a crisis. I started recording a conversation with my husband a few weeks ago about some of this to help think through the ideas of this story. I do that a lot. He and I have only been married a month. He never met old Elna. And we were talking about fat and beauty and how important beauty is for men.
And it got really emotional really fast. You would never have been attracted to me before. You know that makes me really sad? Oh, my god. Who wouldn't have loved me. You would never have talked-- I mean, you would have talked to me.
We would have been friends. But you wouldn't have ever dated me, ever. He changes the subject to disillusionment in general, says 2011 (The No Hellos Diet) - Sam Pink - I Never Liked My Dad (Cassette) I'm realizing is the same thing every teenager realizes in every John Hughes movie-- that the world is unfair.
I'm not having it. I actually have never said it. But I said to you that you wouldn't have been attracted to me. It was a joke, of course, our marriage based on a lie. Ha, ha, ha. But then there's this. This argument over which is the real me, old Elna or new Elna, goes on for days. Here we are in a car. Mark explains that he doesn't think I became comfortable with myself until I was thin.
I didn't feel like I'm comfortable in my body or my own skin before. It was just me. It wasn't like me in a fat suit. It was me. That's what I was. So I wasn't like, oh, this feels really big and uncomfortable. It just was me as a human.
I was just a human. What Mark doesn't understand is that my old body doesn't feel that far away. What he's rejecting is me. I could gain weight so easily. I mean, what if we have kids? But we're working on it. He told me recently he knows he hasn't been listening. And for my part, I see how so much of love is physical attraction, especially at the beginning. It's not the story we're told. It's not the one I wanted to believe. But it's a story I can live with. Here's something I never tell people.
I still take phentermine. I take it for a few months at a time a year, or sometimes it feels like half of the year. I can't get it prescribed anymore, so I buy it in Mexico or online, though the online stuff is fake and doesn't work as well. I have a shirt February says, "I'm allergic to mornings. I am usually up until AM. I say I have insomnia. Really, I am awake because I am on speed. And I am on speed, because I need to stay thin. I need to stay thin so I can get what I want.
I know how this sounds. I know exactly how messed up it is. But I also feel like I can't be honest with you, like we won't really get anywhere unless I admit it. I'm taking it right now, by the way. I took it at AM this morning. I will take another one at I was on it to lose weight for my wedding. Phentermine turns off the part of my brain that thinks about food. When I'm on it, I can legitimately say, I forgot to eat. I've thought before that it may be affecting my health.
It feels that way. I've intentionally never googled the side effects. I know that all of this is wrong. I don't like what I am. But I've accepted it as part of the deal. Elna Baker is one of the producers of our show. Coming up, does God want you thin? Some people think so. Grab a Twinkie and come back in a minute, Chicago Public Radio, when our program continues.
It's This American Life. Today's program, "Tell Me I'm Fat," in which we ask, should we think about weight differently than we do? We've arrived at Act Three of our program. So obesity in America affects a higher percentage of black people than white people. Roxane Gay has written a lot about race and some about obesity in her book Bad Feminist and elsewhere. Roxane's black.
She's fat. And she says those two things together have a huge impact on the way people perceive her. Oh, I'm mistaken for a man all the time. Literally all the time. And I'm sorry, but I have huge breasts. There's just no way that you're mistaking me for a man. It's because they see me, and they see my skin. And they think, well, no, she can't possibly be a woman. And so that's the number one thing that happens, and it's actually extremely annoying.
Yes, it does, like you're even lower on the sort of totem pole of dignity. People look right past you, and they don't think that you have anything of value to offer. Like, you can go into a car dealership, for example.
And you're the very last person that the dealer will walk up to, because they think you can't buy a car. Yeah, definitely. You know, I think the thing that happens most commonly is when I'm flying, I am oftentimes standing in the priority line, because I travel every week.
And people will say, you know, this is the first-class line, as if I don't belong there. You draw a distinction among different kinds of fatness. Can I have you talk about that? Yeah, I mean, I think there are different kinds of fatness. There's the person who's maybe 20 pounds overweight, who's fine as they are.
But if they want to lose weight, they just need to go on Slim Fast for a couple weeks or something. And then you have people who are-- I like to call them Lane Bryant fat, which means they can still buy clothes at Lane Bryant, which goes up to 28 in size.
And they're the ones I find that are often the strongest cheerleaders of, this is who I am, and, you have to take me as I am and respect me because of my body not despite it.
And I admire that a great deal. But I think it's easier to feel that way when you have multiple places where you can buy clothes and feel pretty and move through the world. And you noted, Lindy is what you call Lane Bryant fat. She told me she was a size Yeah, I mean, and I don't mean that in a disrespectful way.
I just mean she has access to spaces that people like me do not. There's another level. I mean, then there's when you're super morbidly obese, where you can't really even find stores that can accommodate you. You don't fit in any public spaces, like movie theaters, public bathrooms, so on and so forth. Is the official name of what you are morbidly obese? That's the medical term? You've said this thing-- fat is all I ever think about, and it's exhausting.
What are you talking about? What do you mean? I'm just hyper-obsessed. This whole nonstop anxiety conversation happens in my head all the time for just basic life functions, like, oh, I have to go do this, you know? Before I will go out to eat, I research a restaurant extensively on Google. And I look at Google Images. And I make sure, are the chairs solid? Do they have arms? What does the dining room look like? And if I don't think I'm going to be comfortable, I simply won't go.
It's sobering to realize just how the past 25 years have just been all about my body. And that's where I struggle with the fat acceptance movement. I think it's wonderful, and I think it's necessary and a necessary corrective. But not all of us of have been able to get to that space where we don't care what other people think. I'm not all there yet, and I'm trying.
But it's just really hard to not care what people think, especially when they're constantly telling you what they think. But part of it is being able to say, I feel good and fine about looking this way and being this way.
And it seems like when I read you, I feel like, oh, well, that's a huge part of what you actually don't want to accept. You're saying, I happen to be this way, but I don't want to be this way.
So why do I have to pretend that I'm OK with it? I don't want to pretend that I'm OK with it, and it's not judging anyone else. It's just that I know the realities of living in my body. I know how irritating and how exhausting it is to, for example, climb a set of stairs. And so I don't need to be thin, but I want to be in better shape.
I want to have more stamina. And I honestly, because I'm vain, want to wear cuter clothes. Yeah, it is normal. But then there's a lot of people who don't like that attitude in me. But again, I think it's because they're Lane Bryant fat. And even when you're Lane Bryant fat, it's a struggle, February. But at least you have that. I don't even have that. And so it's like, let me feel the way I want to feel.
Just let me be me. Roxane Gay. She's currently writing a book about being fat. It's called Hunger. By the way, we double-checked with Lane Bryant.
This doesn't change Roxane's point at all, but they go up to Act Four, Cross Trainers. It's so common to judge people on their weight. And of course, so often there is this moral dimension to it that is just gross-- this idea that you're fat because you're weak, you can't get control of your own life. Today on our program, we're saying maybe that is not the most accurate or the most helpful way to look at this.
This next story is about a very specialized example of this kind of moralism. You may know that there's a Christian weight loss movement. Daniel Engber takes us into to a particularly extreme moment for this movement. Paul Brynteson loves to exercise. He's a runner. He's a biker. He's actually got a doctorate in physical education. And he spent a big portion of his life teaching people how to stay in shape.
In the early s, Paul got this dream job offer. He got a call from the brand-new Oral Roberts University asking him to head up their new phys ed program. Paul was a Pentecostal Evangelical Christian. And Oral Roberts was maybe the most famous televangelist and faith healer in the world.
Two of the biggest things in Paul's life were coming together-- God and exercise. So Paul and his wife moved out to Tulsa. When I arrived at Oral Roberts University, within a month, he met with all the new faculty. And I remember sitting across from him in his home having dinner. And I asked him the question, why is physical fitness so important to you? Because I was aware of the whole Pentecostal fundamentalist movement of Christianity, and exercise was not a part of that environment.
And so I wondered, why was it important to Oral Roberts? And his response, I thought, was really interesting. Now, he was a faith healer. He had traveled the world for those 25 years before we got there praying for the sick. And so he told me. He said, I've probably laid my hands and prayed for over a million-- well over a million-- people.
And as I did that, little by little, I observed that I think I wouldn't have to pray for the healing and health of these individuals if they would just take care of themselves. Oral Roberts wanted to teach a lifestyle to his students, what he called the whole man philosophy-- mind, body, spirit. They would all have equal importance at the school. Here's how the provost from back then, Carl Hamilton, explains it now.
Our bodies are the home of the Holy Spirit. Making that home a fit one is one of the ways to glorify God and the Holy Spirit. Paul would be in charge of making that home a fit one.
Every student had to get a certain number of aerobics points per week. They might get a point for walking a mile or two for playing doubles tennis or five for bouncing on a trampoline. Remember, this is 40 years before Fitbits. Back injust the idea of regular exercise was cutting edge. Jogging had only just become a thing. Aerobics was brand new. And here was ORU with all its students running around in headbands and tube socks.
Then Oral Roberts had another idea-- to push the fitness program even further. Here's Paul. At the graduation ceremonies ofat the end of my first year there, Oral Roberts observed several students who graduated that he saw were obese.
And within the next few days, he contacted Dr. Carl Hamilton, the provost of the university-- and this is, I understand, how this took place-- and said, I really don't want to see significantly overweight, obese students graduating, because it indicates that they have not met the goal of the university to be physically disciplined.
And please develop some guidelines or some criteria so those students make progress or do not graduate. Maybe do not graduate is too strong a term, but that,anyway, something is done about that. In that moment, something changed. Paul's fitness program wouldn't just keep tabs on students' exercise. Now he'd make sure they weren't fat. Suddenly how you looked mattered. Skin fold testing.
Just to give you a sense of how serious ORU was about this and how ambitious, at the beginning of every semester, every freshman went to what they called the human performance lab for skin fold testing.
They were tested on a bunch of stuff-- their lipid levels, their lung capacity, and their body fat. First, they take a caliper to the thigh.
And then in certain cases, they checked their measurements by dunking students in a giant bathtub. That was the gold standard for determining body fat in the s. So they put you in a bathing suit, right? So the least amount of clothing that you can get away with. And of course, it was a Christian university, so it was almost like a turtleneck bathing suit, right?
Jerri Johnston was one of the students in Paul's new program. She says her fat test was like being in a carnival dunk tank. They would put you on this chair and lower you into the water-filled-- I would just call it-- it was almost like they were putting you in a big beaker.
You know what I'm saying? And it would have water in it, and they would put you in the water. And they would tell you-- up to your neck. And they would say, blow out as much air as you can and then hold your breath as long as you can. And then they would put you on in the water. And then they would I don't think so. I think just the people that were in-- just us special ones. Jerri Johnston was too big. Students like her were put onto something called the Pounds Off plan.
It all came down to their percentage body fat. And then they had to lose some weight. This wasn't a suggestion. It was a requirement. The school told Jerri at the end of sophomore year that she'd have to keep on losing weight. She'd have to weigh pounds by the time that she came back in the fall. Well, we came on campus. And so my roommate was there, and then my friend was there. And so I was like, oh. And then I said, let me go over. I have to go over the lab.
We had to check in over there. And they said, you're over this weight. We want you to go home and try to get the weight off this semester. And then you're welcome to come back next semester if you make the weight. She'd have to go back to the dorm, say goodbye to her roommates, and go home. She'd been suspended for being fat. And I was astonished. And then they prayed with us. I was like, OK. And then They told you that in front of your parents, and then you all prayed together with your parents.
Well, I was praying. My dad might have been acting like he was praying, because he was pretty upset that somebody was treating me like that.
And so when I got back in the dorm and I was talking to my roommates and stuff, they were like, well, you can do it. You know, we'll pray for you this semester. And I was just pretty devastated for the first couple of months that, you know, that that was the only thing that seemed to be important, right? What I look like and not what kind of person I was. And it was kind of a disclaimer of everything that a Christian university was supposed to be about, right?
I was like, really, God? Is this how you're judging people? I don't know how they reconcile that, you know? The thing is supposed to be, God looks inside and sees your heart, right? That's the premise. So on those days when you are sad And you think you can't go on.
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If you are doing a monogram of married couple, the initial of the husband's first name is on the left, the initial of the couple's last name is in the center in a larger size, and the initial of the wife's first name is on the right.
"Not So Bad a Dad " is a jazz/lounge-style song in the Phineas and Ferb episode, "Finding Mary McGuffin " performed by Vanessa Doofenshmirtz (who in turn is voiced by Olivia Olson). For the first half, it centers on her largely strained relationship with her awkward and eccentric father, but eventually comes to the realization of how much he cares for her as his daughter, seeing through to Followed by: Oy Vey! "Not So Bad A Dad" is a song first sung in "Finding Mary McGuffin" by Vanessa Doofenshmirtz. For the first half, it centers on her largely strained relationship with her eccentric father, but eventually comes to the realization of how much he cares for her as his daughter, seeing through to his dedication to making her happy. Vanessa: You were a sub-standard dad But the only one I had I grew. Jul 15, · Yay for any diet plan that works! My daddy’s diet plan was to just eat one reasonable plate of food instead of going back for refills – back in the day when a plateful was probably % what a plateful today is (the plates & other tableware in antique or resale shops are smaller). I don’t have a total ban on any foods or drinks!
Jul 21, · So the long awaited high requested dad eats my diet is here! It was a long one (originally 1 hour 10 of footage so apologies it is still quite long, but too many memories for me to cut out!) I.
Required Cookies & Technologies. Some of the technologies we use are necessary for critical functions like security and site integrity, account authentication, security and privacy preferences, internal site usage and maintenance data, and to make the site work correctly for browsing and transactions. Hello Daddy Hello there my sweet Daddy It's your Angel up above. I know that you can't see me But I hope you feel my love. I made my journey home I'm as safe as a baby can be. The only thing that is missing Is having you up here with me. I know that you are sad And you think of me each day. I'm safe up here in Heaven W.
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One night, my Dad had my uncle and his wife over for a crab leg dinner. I remember it distinctly because it was the first time I’d ever eaten crab. While they were talking, I just casually mentioned the lightning last night. Dad said, “There wasn’t no lightning last night.”. DAD What I’d give, if I could say “Hello Dad” in the same old way. To hear his voice and see his smile, to sit with him and chat for a while. So if your father is still here, cherish him with care, for you’ll never know the heartache until you see his empty chair.
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