Onintza Enbeita denounced gordophobia in her column on October 4 in relation to the experience of a visit to the gynecologist. It can be said that we are all committed to entering the same body, and it is true, we have all heard what it is, but it is also true -- that what is forbidden is to be fat. Be Bold.

I'm thin. I'm very thin. When I'm nervous, my belly closes, and I have to be careful because if I haven't gotten a little fat before, I end up in my bones right away. You can tell me in my face, because the wrinkles were so marked for me, my eyes are abysmating. The tension is low, I often get dizzy, and eating badly, living fast, even getting sick I don't lack much if I smoke one more cigarette. I have had to listen to some “puag”, “give some nausea”... but very rarely. I was never scolded by a doctor. Not even when I got pregnant.

I ate and ate when I was pregnant: I'm 1,81, I didn't reach 60 kilos, and I started to spend 60 kilos and look healthy. My favorite to eat was a snack burger sandwich, with fried potatoes inside. At any time When I arrived at the gynecology I had already passed the seventies. For the first time in my life, I was scolded by the weight of the scale. I couldn't answer, I don't know why, because I'm always more respectful than those who insult me. “You will see what you do to your son” (“I have not told you that I am frightening the horse, like macaroni, without marijuana”); “if you make such tributes every morning” (toasted for breakfast with butter); “they will not be able to move you from one bed to another, as you put yourself” (“a fish leaves the maja, and the apples”). (You understood why I did not answer at the right time.)

My thinness is not healthy. It wasn't for the newborn. And I was rebuked because I was fat and I was not yet thin, too thin. A doctor.