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Today I'm sharing something personal—something I wrestled with the decision to write about at all. But then I thought, SCREW IT! As women, if we don't talk about the reality of our lives, we contribute to the sham and the shame that saturates social media.
So here goes…I've been on a semaglutide journey for the past three months, and today I'm opening up about it because every time I bring it up I get asked a dozen questions. I also hate the word journey, and yet I couldn’t come up with a better headline for this other than: I’ve been injecting drugs into my stomach fat for September and this is what happened.
Why talk about it at all? Because we're often fed unrealistic ideals about beauty and health, especially by celebrities who lie through their teeth about why they look the way they look (they look the way they look because of $100,000 face lifts, butt lifts, boob jobs, personal chefs, liposuction and personal trainers). This sets a damaging precedent and heaps guilt upon us normies.
Authentic conversations can liberate us from this burden. For me, starting a semaglutide was not just about weight loss. It was about my personal health (increasing lean muscle to combat my muscular dystrophy and decreasing my genetic risk of diabetes). It's also about reclaiming my wardrobe. I have fabulous fucking clothes that I want to keep wearing. There should be a German word for how wonderful it feels to fit back into your clothes. I’m not a psycho about it. I don’t want to fit into my prom dress or my wedding dress. I want to fit into my damn old jeans.
I talked about all this on this week’s episode of UTI.
I brought along the Glynnis as a guide. You can listen to everything there. I will also answer all the questions I have been getting below. I am paywalling this post for one reason and one reason only—People on the Internet are evil and nasty bastards and I don’t want them trolling me. :) My body, my choice.
I also want to add that I think women are beautiful in all of the bodies. This was a decision that I made for me (not my husband, not the rest of the world) and I want everyone to do all the things that make them feel good. Also I am not a doctor or an expert on anything at all so everything I write it my experience and total hearsay.
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