Is it just me, or have a few formerly rotund comrades undergone such jaw-dropping transformations that you half expect them to be cast in the next Marvel reboot? One minute they’re waddling toward the buffet like it’s an Olympic qualifier, the next they’re gliding past you in Lycra with the smug serenity of someone who’s just discovered enlightenment – or Ozempic’s sassier cousin, Mounjaro.
Naturally, I ask the obvious: “How did you do it?” Cue the usual suspects: lettuce leaves, prune juice, and a toilet-centric lifestyle that would make even Bear Grylls wince. Or worse – the sanctimonious whisper of “sensible eating,” delivered with the same tone one might reserve for confessing to tax fraud.
Now, I’m not as green as the salad you claim to subsist on. For years, you tried every fad, every fasting regime, every cabbage-based cult going. And yet, your miraculous metamorphosis just happens to coincide with the rise of a pharmaceutical game-changer? Pull the other one – it’s got a calorie tracker on it.
As usual, I’ll be underpinning my observations with academic research (click the links, I dare you) because I’d hate for you to think I’m cooking the books while you’re counting the calories.
Here’s the thing: weight loss is a triumph. It’s a battle won against biology, habit, and often trauma. I should know. A few years ago, I was morbidly obese and type 2 diabetic. Then the planets aligned – three stone gone in three months, diabetes reversed, and a global shout-out via my piece, Balls: a journey from 38 to 30.
So why, in an age of oversharing and TikTok tears, do some folks treat their weight loss like a state secret? Why the top-secret stance when the stakes are life and death? This isn’t just about Mounjaro – it’s about shame, pride, and the curious psychology of transformation.
The Shame of Success and the Gospel of Grit
Here’s the paradox: we live in a world where people will post a photo of their breakfast, their toenails, or their cat’s existential crisis, yet when it comes to shedding a tonne of weight at lightning speed and dodging all manner of future health risks, suddenly it’s all hush-hush and coded language. Why?
Because, somewhere deep in the human psyche, we’ve conflated struggle with virtue. We’ve built a moral scaffolding around suffering – the longer the battle, the more heroic the victory. So, when a little injectable miracle like Mounjaro comes along and short-circuits the agony, it’s met with suspicion. As if bypassing the pain somehow cheapens the result.
We’ve become tribal about change. There’s the “I did it the hard way” camp – kale smoothies, cold showers, and a masochistic love of burpees. Then there’s the “I found a shortcut” crew – quieter, leaner, and often treated like they cheated on the communal exam of life. But here’s the kicker: both paths require courage. Both demand change. And both deserve celebration.
Yet some folk still whisper their success like it’s a dirty secret. They fear judgment, envy, or the dreaded accusation of taking the easy way out. But let’s be honest – there’s nothing easy about confronting your mortality, injecting a drug that rewires your appetite, and rebuilding your identity from the inside out.
I’ve seen it first hand. The shame. The silence. The sideways glances when someone dares to say, “Actually, I got help.” As if help is a four-letter word. As if we’re supposed to bootstrap our way to salvation with nothing but grit and green tea.
But here’s the truth: transformation isn’t a competition – it’s a lifeline. And whether you got there via Mounjaro, mindfulness, or a near-death experience as I did in a hotel room in Hong Kong seven years ago, you’ve earned the right to speak your truth.
The Weight of Being Seen
Obesity isn’t just a medical condition – it’s a social identity, a punchline, an invisible statement stitched into every airline seat and changing room mirror. We don’t just carry excess weight; we carry judgment, invisibility, and the exhausting burden of being everyone’s cautionary tale.
And when the weight vanishes – when the body shrinks and the blood sugars stabilise – something strange happens. You’re no longer the “before.” You’re not quite the “after.” You’re a walking contradiction: proof that change is possible, and a reminder of what others haven’t yet achieved.
That’s why some people hide their success. Because being seen – truly seen – is terrifying. It invites scrutiny, envy, and the dreaded question: “How did you do it?” And if the answer involves a needle and a pharmaceutical miracle, the applause often curdles into suspicion.
We’ve built a culture that romanticises the grind and vilifies the shortcut. We cheer for the marathon runner, not the person who took the train and still arrived. But here’s the truth: both made the journey. Both changed their destination. And both deserve to tell their story – as I frequently do when following Notts County around the country.
Storytelling is how we reclaim agency. It’s how we turn shame into solidarity, silence into strategy. When I wrote about my journey, I wasn’t just sharing a waistline update – I was offering a lifeline. A signal flare to anyone drowning in their own body, their own despair.
So, if you’ve found your way out – whether through Mounjaro, mindfulness, or sheer bloody-mindedness – don’t whisper it. Don’t downplay it. Rejoice in it. Because your story might be the one that saves someone else.
From Secrecy to Solidarity
We need to stop treating success like contraband. If you’ve clawed your way back from the brink – whether through science, sweat, or stubbornness – your account matters. Not just for you, but for the person still stuck in the spiral, still believing they’re beyond redemption.
Because here’s the uncomfortable truth: Silence doesn’t protect us. It isolates us. It reinforces the myth that transformation must be solitary, shameful, or earned through suffering. But healing isn’t a punishment. It’s a possibility. And every time we speak it aloud, we make it more real for someone else.
So, if you’ve found your way – through Mounjaro or mindfulness, through lettuce leaves or late-night epiphanies – don’t whisper it. Don’t dress it up in euphemism or hide it behind humility. Say it. Share it. Own it.
The human condition isn’t just about struggle. It’s about connection. And sometimes, the most radical thing we can do is tell the truth – especially when it’s beautiful.
© Ian Kirke 2025
@ iankirke.bsky.social
Title photograph Photo by Towfiqu barbhuiya on Unsplash.