I’m 5’6, and weigh—on a good day—around a hundred pounds. This sentence alone will cause half of you to hiss like a cat stuck in an elevator door. No, unlike most people, I didn’t have a say in my physique—note the sarcasm. The Hamwi Formulas states: ‘100 lb for the first 5 ft; 5 lb for each inch over 5 ft’…therefore I should average in at what, about 130lbs? Fat chance…or slim chance? Either way let me introduce myself, I’m that bow-legged skinny bitch that everyone hated in high school. I was born thin, grew up thin, and guess what? According to my metabolism I’m going to be thin for the rest of my life. Most people go through an awkward period during their puberty years but few get asked if they puke in the toilet after lunch. Apparently you can be big-boned—that’s no problem, you can be shaped like a cube, an apple, a pear, an hour-glass—you can be shaped like a feckin’ watering can and no one would give two hoots but if your thighs don’t touch…well shit, you’re a freak. Now you can be overweight and your mates not going to turn to you and say: ‘stop eating those cookies fatso,’ but heck, if you’re slim even strangers feel like they have the right to say, “eat a cookie sweetheart’—how about I shove that cookie down you’re inconsiderate gullet, sweetheart?
Here’s a little tune for you: mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the most insecure of them all? Everyone. No one’s happy with what they’ve been given, if you’re brunette you want to be blonde, if you’re tall you want to be short. You don’t think skinny girls wish they had a good pair of tits and a shelf for an ass? Naturally we’re all born differently and unfortunately no matter how many big macs I eat, my thighs are never going to touch—but I’m not going to apologize for being myself, I’m not going to apologize for the body that God has given me.
“It must be so nice to be thin, you can eat whatever you want,”—being thin isn’t code for being fit and healthy, being thin doesn’t mean your heart isn’t ready to give out. If I went to McDonald’s and ordered every item of the menu and started chomping it would kill me as quick as the next guy.
Everyone says: ‘I prefer curvy girls’ or ‘real women are curvy’ I’m confused: what am I supposed to be then, a feckin’ naked mole rat? I don’t think so. Now I’m not saying some people aren’t overweight and some people aren’t underweight—heck, I’m underweight right now and believe it or not (because most people don’t) it is just as hard for me to put on weight as it is for others to take it off. If I drop a few pounds from the flu, it could take me half a year to put that back on, and before you start saying: ‘oh what a hard life you must have’ in a sarcastic manner, there’s nothing sexy about seeing your own ribs in the mirror each morning.
My last point of interest in this long-winded ramble is this: We need to stop saying every skinny girl is unnatural, every skinny girl is bulimic, or every skinny girl is anorexic—all this does is take away for the seriousness of these eating disorders. Having bulimia or anorexia is just as much a mental illness as a physical one—and by associating it purely with smaller builds means you are forgetting that eating disorders don’t just effect the smaller builds, it can affect everyone and anyone.
In conclusion: small skinny bitches, are normal bitches too.
MRW when I finally put my wedding guest list together and more relatives appear out of nowhere and throw off the number
Supernatural Gif Ep. Poster > 4.O1 Lazarus Rising.