I mentioned the drug that I’d heard of, but first she wanted me to research other weight management solutions, and sent me to a nutritionist for three sessions.
After doing what she had asked, I returned, still keen to be prescribed the drug I was sure would help me.
My BMI indicated that I was overweight in medical terms but not obese, and therefore under the weight required to receive the drug without comorbidities (related issues). Understanding that my large chest caused me back pain, some minor joint issues, and generally made my life more difficult, my GP made the call and provided the prescription.
I’m aware that having heavy breasts doesn’t exactly put me on the United Nations Global Issues to Address list. The fact that I can even afford a weight loss drug in the first place means I have a lot of privilege.
However, my doctor and the other health professionals agreed that a weight loss drug would be a less invasive way of helping me combat my issues than something as drastic as a breast reduction surgery.
Soon I started taking the drug.
I lost weight within the first two weeks. It was falling off me. It made exercise easier; it made my food choices easier. I was drinking less and feeling more like my body was mine, and we could work together.
For a variety of factors, I stopped taking the medication for a period of around eight months, and about half the weight I lost crept back on.
It’s hard for anyone to work on their weight. It’s even harder if you have lived with an eating disorder. Anything that whiffs of a diet sends you back into a spiral of obsession. Any food control feels scary and learning to eat intuitively means unlearning a lifetime of falsehoods about food.