I know that my body is not “normal” – but it’s every bit as “real” as anyone else’s.
‘Skinny’ has become a dirty word.
A woman is never just ‘skinny,’ she is TOO skinny, skeletal, angular, bony and emaciated. She’s starving. She’s vain. She lives at the gym. She quit sugar and she’s gone paleo.
It’s because of this that I’ve never once heard a woman say, “I’m skinny and I’m proud”.
Well, here you go: “I’m skinny. AND I’m proud.”
Before you insist I eat a burger and bark “half you’re luck,” I’d like to explain four things:
- I have always been naturally skinny, I am quite simply, a standard, very healthy, size four.
- I have never endured an eating disorder. In fact, I enjoy a balanced diet, including burgers.
- I am aware that my experience does not compare to someone of a larger size. BUT, my experience as a skinny woman still matters.
- I am not here to guilt, ridicule or embarrass those who are not a size zero. There is no right or wrong size – it’s all relative.
Yes, thinness is valued. Yes, thin bodies are privileged over fat bodies. Yes, in fact, our Western society demands and validates female slimness, arguably, above all else.
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So, why am I complaining?
Because I am constantly judged for my size.
While studying at university, I worked in retail. On a daily basis someone would pinch at my, “tiny, 12-year-old girl,” waist while another would poke her finger at my rib cage. Some would laugh at my “chicken legs,” and still others would comment that I was, “just skin and bone”.
Whatever someone’s size and shape, there is no excuse for this.