“Lonely, I held onto my skinniness like a security blanket. At least that was something I could control. I could jog up to 10 miles now, and eat almost anything I wanted. I admired my calves, delts, and flat tummy. If anything went wrong in my life, I’d think, At least I’m a skinny girl.”

A lot of time, double-zero pants are still too big for me. Most of us don’t put any extra effort trying to stay skinny, we are naturally thin! I AM NATURALLY THIN! We should just accept that we’re skinny, not as defeat but a fact of life. Like, we’re also not a musical prodigy, a math genius, or an Olympic athlete though we’re not crying about that. Then why this?

We don’t tell our girl-friends, how smart they are, or how capable they are at their job, or how they can make people laugh or a good listener they are. We always tell them, what a perfect figure she has, because that is the balm that is supposed to soothe any emotional wound. It is the quality we are all supposedly in possession of, and it is what reminds us that we still have value.

The problem, of course, does not lie in whether you are ruined by your beauty or slapped in the face by the lack of it when you walk out the front door – it lies entirely on the weight that society gives it in the first place.

Well, maybe we should just take beauty out of the equation completely. Maybe it shouldn’t even be part of what adds up to who we are.

Or Maybe, we should just stop leaning on *nice-smile* for security and try to find real security in things of substance that remain unchanged, no matter what I look like. My skinniness do not define me. They do not define what I am and what I am capable of.

Stop judging us for being the way we are. Beauty is arbitrary. Let skinny girl in me, come and go. But I won’t wait around for acceptance. I don’t care. Because, I have better things to do.

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