i used to think this way
i hated fat people and thought they were weak
but then I realized I was sad and anxious and nearly drank myself to death.
without a dumb fucking drug like Prozac i might be dead because my brain is broken in several kinds of ways.
it took realizing that I was engaging in a life long suicide attempt to overcome the stigma i had for mental illness, and not specifically others' but my own. but I accepted that I'm not a superhero who can overcome abnormal brain chemistry and the good news is that with the help of a daily pill, i no longer want to drive off the goddamn highway through a concrete wall and into a lake anymore.
my wife is on mounjaro. the positive impact it has had on her life is arguably as good as anti depressants have had on mine.
our food system is as bad or worse than tobacco.
i used to be the "take a walk and have a salad, fatty" and i still am sometimes. but seeing a medication help my wife realize she's nutritionally full has helped change my mind along with walking a mile in my own medication shoes and struggles. also traveling to Europe and Asia and eating real food is an eye opener.