#SlimmerSusieSeptember
Totally me next summer, with rejoicing ankles. (Photo by Rebeca Gonçalves for Pexels.) I'm having gastric bypass surgery in September. But I want to make something clear. In first grade, one of my classmates sang the "Fat Albert" theme song at me when I came into the room. I'm not having surgery for him. In 2009, someone I love and trusted visited me under the guise of a surprise but really held what I can only call a one-woman fattervention. Our friendship never recovered. I am not having surgery for her. In 2014, a doctor refused to treat my hiatal hernia because I was too fat. "Read weight-loss stories on CNN.com and come back when you've lost 60 lbs.," she told me. I am not having surgery for her. In 2015, my then-gynecologist told me I had to lose weight and yelled at me when I was naked and vulnerable. She berated me and made me cry. I am not having surgery for her. Three years ago, a panhandler in Chicago told me to lose weight