Life in the Cheese Drawer

i got a phone call from megan this morning after i’d entered my morning weight in myfitnesspal.
“you lost 67 pounds???! that’s a tiny asian person!”
too true. then she posited the question, which had come up before, if i noticed anything different in how people treated me. i really don’t. maybe i was oblivious to it, but i’ve had more than one person tell me that i didn’t seem “fat”, so -to-speak, when i weighed my highest – just bigger.
but, the one thing that does give me pause is my two job searches. after getting laid off from poopwest supply in ’06 and all through my graduate assistantship, i was looking for jobs. my resume was stellar – i got 20+ interviews out of it – but the only permanent job was at merrill as a prepress tech, a sort of fall-back position that i took to keep my fingers in the adobe programs (and for money to keep me off the streets!).
i had interviews at banks, casinos, universities, departments of tourism – really awesome places, now that i think about it. but no one wanted me, which i attributed at the time to my reservedness, shyness, and sub-par creative abilities (i was actually told i should probably not apply to true creative designer positions after seeking feedback from an interviewer).
enter job search #2, after merrill decided to shove my hours back to 3-11. at this point, i’d lost almost 50 pounds and was wearing a size 16/18 as opposed to a size 20/22. i sent out a few resumes – not a lot – and got one phone interview for a release writing position at mayo (which i’m not surprised i didn’t get because my experience doesn’t contain a ton of writing) and one phone interview at RCTC. surprise! job landed after one face-to-face interview.
is it just coincidence? i know people can be judgey toward overweight people. heck, even i am now (more in a “HEY i can do it; you can TOO” kind of way). i’m sure it’s more of a subconscious thing, sort of like racism and genderism (?), where your stereotypes and expectations flood your good reasoning.
another thing i’ve considered, even though i don’t personally think it made a difference, but i could be clouding my own perception, is perhaps my self-esteem rose because of the weight loss and resulted in my being a little less reserved in my interview. it’s hard to know.
what do you think? is weightism/sizeism a legit thing like racism or genderism?
i want to say i’ve written about this before, but i can’t remember. so if i did, you can ignore this post!

megan posed an interesting question on facebook today: if you have a choice of no kids or 6 kids, no in between, with unlimited resources, which would you choose?
54 months (4.5 years) pregnant.
if you have each kid two years apart, that’s at least 12 years of children under 2 years old.
if you have them bam bam bam right after one another, that’s at least 7 years of kids under 2. (unless you’re lucky and have some multiples in there.)
at the same time, given unlimited resources, you could hire a nanny to raise them for you and not have to deal with them at all unless you want to. but what’s the point of having them if you’re going to let someone else raise them?
i guess i’d rather have none and sleep. and use those unlimited resources to travel!
i think it would be more telling to have people choose between 1 or 2 and 10.