Today I wore a red belt around my waste. Perhaps that showed off how skinny I am. Or something. Because a girl said to me, “Emily, you are so skinny!”
“What?” I gasped, almost meanly. “You are just as skinny as I am.”
It turns out that she meant “you are so skinny” as a complement, just like if you would say “you have nice eyes.”
The truth is, usually when people tell me I am skinny they are doing it in a way which implies that they themselves are fat.
I HATE that.
I feel like people say “I’m fat” because they want others to say “you’re not fat.” Every once in a while I just give in and say those words, but I hate doing it because I feel like I’m just encouraging their behavior.
The truth is, I DON’T CARE HOW SKINNY OR FAT YOU ARE SO SHUT UP. Is that a mean thing to say? I don’t say it. But I think it.
“You’re so skinny.” They say it almost accusingly, like it’s my fault. Or with a sigh, like they are jealous. Or something, something which reflects back on themselves and how fat they are.
I’m not gonna lie. Sometimes they are fat. Sometimes they’re not. Usually they’re slightly over a healthy weight, but I’m slightly under a healthy weight so I don’t really get the point of choosing my body over theirs.
I don’t envy fat people, because I know that they have a lot of health problems due to their weight. I do, however, envy healthy strong people.
I mean sure, I’m skinny. So what? Have you ever stopped to consider why I’m so skinny?
- I have a terrible immune system and get sick a lot, which makes one loose weight.
- I forget to eat. That has the bad habit of making me suddenly weak at school or work, which is never a good idea.
- I never felt the need to eat healthy, because I knew that bad foods wouldn’t make me fat. Thus, I became extremely unhealthy and sick all the time.
- I never felt the need to exercise, for similar reasons. Thus I am a wimp.