My mom had thyroid problems and she had a surgery. I don’t know the details but I know she said she had hypothyroidism. Hypothyroidism is when your thyroid gland can’t produce enough thyroid hormone to keep the body running. Thyroid hormone regulate the body’s metabolic rate controlling heart, muscle and digestive function, brain development and bone maintenance.
I have that too. Mine is under control though, and I don’t have anything to worry about. But Hypothyroidism makes you gain weight, it slows your heart rate and you become intolerable to the cold. Slow heart rate and cold don’t make much of a difference, unless you pass out. But weight gain does have its toll. Mentally and physically.
Where I come from, fat shaming is common. I remember when I was young I was told that I was too fat and I needed to stop eating. I needed to diet. I was probably ten or eleven. I was called names and bullied. The emotional toll makes you lose your mind. The words people say don’t go away easily. They linger in the back of your mind even if you pretend they don’t make a difference.
Hypothyroidism or hyperthyroidism is still unknown in many under developed countries. My mom has sleep apnea and even that’s unknown. Sleep apnea is when a person’s breathing randomly stops and starts when they are asleep. Meaning you could stop breathing in your sleep.
But coming back to hypothyroidism. I’m talking about this right now because I went to some relative’s house. And they started fat shaming this family even though they knew the family had a history of hypothyroidism.
“Maybe they should get a family membership in the gym.”
“It’s all that oil they put in their foods.”
In Islam Geebat (back biting) is haram (a sin), but people still do it. We make fun of people, hate them because of that tiny perspective we have of them. There is more to the story. We only know the title, yet we judge as if we’ve read the entire book. And when others do this to us, we ache. Instead of hating we should help people and be positive. Maybe that person who always smiles is in pain but he/she doesn’t show it. Life is like that. We have no right to judge peoples struggles. Maybe what is a rose garden for you could be bed of thorns for someone else. All I’m saying is that we should be kind and compassionate. Let’s learn to love as easily as we learn to hate.