Ever since high school I wanted to promote
health and well-being. I saw myself as someone who could help people live
healthy, happy lives, disease and illness free.
It seemed simple to me, you just had to eat healthy, be physically
active and reduce the stress in your life. Coming from a middle class upbringing I
didn’t understand it was not easy for everyone.
I held positions promoting physical activity
in various capacities, in the health and active living sectors, and then moved
into research and policy. In 2004 I started teaching the course Strategies in
Health Promotion Practice in the Masters of Public Health at the University of Alberta. I knew about and advocated for the social
determinants of health and the principles of equity and inclusion. I grew and
changed and became disillusioned with policy and practice in Alberta. I read Wilkinson and Pickett’s book The
Spirit Level and understood that inequality, the gap between rich and poor,
is hurting some more than others, but affects us all.
So, on the invitation of a colleague I came
to Australia, to a University known for its social democratic focus and a department
lead by Fran Baum and her philosophy of health promotion and ‘the new public health’
to undertake the Doctorate in Public Health, a program not offered in Canada. My goals were to focus on
equity, health promotion, chronic disease prevention, primary health care –
areas I knew; pick a topic that was doable while I was here for 10 months: join
an existing research team; and learn about the Australian health experience. I brought
ideas for dissertation topics. In fact, I had been
offered work on an Alberta research team that could form my dissertation.
A faculty member approached me to work with her
on obesity. Seeking advice, my
colleague said, “You’ve been there already”. I resisted but she
persisted. It was a hot topic and there was an existing research team to
welcome me. My goals could be achieved, so
I agreed. Hence I started my journey of the past 7 months.
Here’s what I know. The
rates of obesity started to rise in the 1980s in the US. I lived in Britain then and people were slim
but when I returned to Canada I noticed the difference. We had all gotten
fatter. Ironically, despite the fact that we are all larger, the stigma of
being overweight and obese in all aspects of society persists. Adiposity is inversely related to
social economic status. Telling poor people to join a gym or buy pomegranates
doesn’t work. Despite what is portrayed on the TV show America’s (and
Australia’s) Biggest Loser, overweight people can only sustain a weight loss of
10% or less. And, despite our knowledge,
research and evidence about inequity, poverty, and vulnerable groups, programs
and policies are still enforced and focused on healthy eating and physical
activity, targeted at the middle class,
and big surprise, they’re not working.
I realised that I had believed in obesity
reduction strategies focused on lifestyle and personal responsibility my whole
career. Furthermore, I had been a strong advocate for tobacco reduction efforts
that further marginalized the poor, mentally ill and others. I had blamed
parents for their fat kids and had, despite knowing the addictive qualities of
tobacco, felt that those who wanted to lose weight just had to put their minds
to it. On a personal level I also recognized that I was sizest.
I now know different, much different. I am
appalled at photos of headless fat people in the media and on researcher’s PowerPoint
presentations. I am appalled at the money that continues to be poured into
researching active living and healthy eating programs that fail repeatedly, all
the while stigmatizing people who, although they are fat, are often healthy and
no more prone to chronic diseases than a person who is thin. Some programs
purposefully stigmatize smokers and obese people to “help” them deal with their
issue, in the name of public health!
So I am continuing to learn, address my
biases and prejudices in areas broader than just obesity. My research includes interviewing diabetic
clients in a primary health care clinic to get their perspectives, which is
rare in the literature.
My supervisor is a fan of the artist Escher
whose drawings show images that cause the viewer to take a second look and see
a different perspective. This is not an Escher, but it represents how I see
myself.
and recreating yourself! |
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