Overweight Feel Life Is ‘Worthless’
I used to take surveys in my free time. I volunteered to answer questions about products and commercials and movie trailers. This article is about a survey of 4000 women and 1000 men. When I read the findings, (83% said they suffered from deep “self-loathing”, 91% felt depressed and 79% said they felt “utter despair”) I wonder how the survey was worded. How can I judge whether this was an accurate survey without seeing what questions they asked?
The Mail Online – Overweight feel life is ‘worthless’
I remember taking a survey about socks. Never once was I give the option, “I don’t care about my socks. I just make sure they match my clothing. I don’t care if they are long or short or are based on the holidays. I don’t freakin’ care!” That was how I felt at the end of the survey, but there was absolutely no way to tell them that because the test was designed poorly. They ended up finding out that I wear short white socks for exercise and black crew socks to match my shoes. They didn’t even ask me how often I wear socks, which is never in the summer and mostly under boots in the winter.
I wonder how this survey, which tells me that overweight people feel like “life is not worth living,” was written. I wonder what the motivation behind a survey like that would be. Are they trying to tell me that I am worthless unless I conform to their standards? They didn’t even define overweight. As I have said many times, overweight is a far cry from obese, but it seems like everyone is using it interchangeably.
Don’t pay any mind to news articles like this one. They are not scientific. They are not even repeatable. They have no bearing on your life. The first step toward getting a healthy body is getting a healthy mind. You deserve love and cherishing. Make sure you love and cherish yourself enough to protect yourself from these surveys. Don’t let them play with your head.
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