Time for the second inspired post!
If you haven't read anything on this topic before, I would advise that you read one of the posts at the bottom first so that this makes more sense, as I don't cover very much of what there is to be said on the topic.
Here is the song: (reason here)
You know what? Most of the time, I'm happy with my weight. Most of the time, I see my body as a whole, and I love the way it feels to be inside it. That is, until someone reminds me that I am skinny.
"That's because I actually have fat on my bones." "You need to eat some more pies!"
"Ugh, why are you so skinny?"
That is when I start to notice. I see the way my butt cheeks unnaturally sink in. How my wrists look unusually small. I feel the pain of my sticking out back-bone as it grates against the ground when I lie down. I see the way my hip-bones stick out, pulling my skin. I touch the rise and fall of my bumpy shoulders, one bone above the rest. I feel the awkwardness of my elbows, as they jar into my waist while I walk. I rub my neck in comfort, but all I touch is hard and linear. Outlines of what lies beneath. I look at my wrists and see the veins and arteries; blue, purple and pink. I clench my fist, only to see the white knobs of knuckles. My fingers splay and I see the skin faithfully following the bone.
So I thank-you, for commenting on my weight as if it were a compliment. Because every time you do I'm reminded that it's not.
(I actually am happy with my weight, which is a bit below average, but not super skinny, and I have filled out since childhood when these comments were more common, but I still get them occasionally now)
Also, quite a few adults have made these sorts of comments, you would think they would know better? Imagine how much worse those comments would be if I wasn't happy with my weight.
Places with more information and go into this in more words than I do:
- An article in the Huffington Post
- A blog post by Zoella and a video by Zoella (and Sprinkleofglitter)
- A blog post on The Cup and Saucer by Alice