My home in Northwest Philadelphia, and street after street, neighborhood after neighborhood, were row houses, popular after World War II ended in 1945. Row houses were cheap for all the people returning from war.
At 3, I was old enough (I thought) to jump from the topmost step down to the pavement, all with one fell swoop, bypassing 4 other steps. Every row house had top step because the row houses were elevated. Sometimes, I banged my head on the concrete, or the brick walkway if I was a tad too confident, when I got to the bottom but didn’t say a word to my mother who was probably looking for an opportunity to yell pejoratively at me. I could’ve gotten a traumatic brain injury (TBI), I know now.
Anyway, stores sprung up, too, to meet the neighborhoods’ demands–pharmacies, delicatessens, bakeries, movie theaters, markets, and my favorite, Strawbridge’s Department Store since they carried Chubby-sized clothing.
Short, (Petite was what it would be called later), Regular, and Chubby (for fat girls soon to become Plus sizes as we know it today), and Chubby was what it was called then. Even my Brownie uniform came in Chubby sizes to meet my demands.Â
People were more honest in the days of the ’50s and ’60s and the first half of the ’70s. Political correctness was to blame and came into being the latter half of ’70s surrounding language, social justice, and cultural sensitivity. A lot of Brownie chapters and all Chubby sizes died since it became “uncomfortable” to say the truth about, or even allude to, your size or skin color.
“You’re fat. Get over it,” was a common expression, which is why, when high school came around, I dropped 40 pounds. Boys simply liked thin girls.Â
So I have experience. As a fat girl, I didn’t know any different until I was 14. “Thin was in,” not only in America but in England, too, with Twiggy in her mini-skirts plastered all over the news in the mid ’70s. If you’re too young to know who Twiggy was, Google it on your phone. It’s free.Â
Now that we’ve established that I was hugely overweight (I still think like a fat girl at home and in the market, but now, self control kicks in), brain damage and obesity together can create an ugly collaboration, magnifying risks for stroke or TBI with cognitive deterioration, emotional unsteadiness, and lackluster recovery.
Here are the reasons and there are many. First, having both obesity and brain damage can create demanding complications like medications to treat both simultaneously. Many medications used to treat brain damage can cause significant weight gain, too.Â
