The world’s heaviest man, who once weighed nearly 600 kg, has lost half his body weight – here’s what he looks like now

This man once weighed over 500 kg and was considered the heaviest man in the world 😱. Because of his weight, by the age of 20 he could no longer walk, and by 30 he was struggling to breathe 😨.

That’s when he realized he couldn’t go on like this and decided to lose weight 😢. First, he lost 170 kg, then another 130 kg — and he’s still losing weight 😱. Today, he can walk and breathe on his own 💖.

In the first comment, they showed what he looks like after losing 300 kg 👇👇

He once weighed nearly 600 kilograms. His body became a prison, and his bed — the only world he knew.

Juan Pedro Franco, a Mexican man with kind eyes and a soft voice, was known for many years as the heaviest person on the planet. But behind that title lies a story of pain, hope, and incredible determination.

Juan was born a healthy child, but from an early age began gaining weight rapidly. In his teenage years, he suffered a serious injury and became bedridden.

That marked the beginning of his steep fall into extreme obesity. By age 20, he could no longer walk; by 30, he could barely breathe.

He lived in isolation, completely dependent on his mother’s help. His heart, liver, joints — everything in his body suffered. Doctors gave him little hope. But inside Juan, there was still a small but stubborn spark of the will to live.

In 2016, his story appeared in the media and caught the attention of Mexico’s leading bariatric surgeons.

A team led by Dr. José Castro began extensive preparations — doctors, dietitians, and physiotherapists supported him for months. First, he lost more than 170 kg before his body was ready for surgery.

Juan Pedro underwent a gastric sleeve procedure — surgery to reduce the size of his stomach. That was just the first step. Over the following years, he had several more procedures and continued to lose weight.

He lost over 330 kilograms and, for the first time in many years, was able to stand up and take his first steps.

Today, Juan is in his forties and lives in León, Mexico. He is no longer bedridden. He walks, speaks, smiles. He makes music, dreams of traveling, and helps others by sharing his story.

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