I must’ve missed the memo that chronic illness was in fashion now.

Because suddenly, being a type 1 diabetic is getting packaged, prettied up, and paraded around like a quirky lifestyle choice. Dexcoms are popping up in influencer selfies like glitter tattoos. Barbie’s got a pump now. Celebrities are flaunting injections on red carpets. There are TikToks romanticizing low blood sugar like it’s a cute little quirk. And meanwhile, a lot of us are sitting here with scar tissue, trauma, and years of surviving a disease that could kill us on any given Tuesday.

Why is everyone suddenly so enthusiastic about diabetes?

This isn’t a trend. It’s not edgy. It’s not aspirational. It’s not a marketing campaign. It’s a chronic, exhausting, expensive, relentless disease.

Don’t get me wrong—representation matters. But this all seems to be about the profit.

We didn’t get to choose this life. We didn’t get to try it on for clout or wear it for the weekend. It chose us. And now that it’s trendy, we’re watching the world profit off our pain, one pastel glucose tab at a time.

So no, I’m not flattered. I’m fucking furious