Ever single year since the 4th grade, the school has called my mother in concern that I have an eating disorder. Usually it's because of the yearly scoliosis tests we have - the technician usually says something along the lines of, "your spine looks fine, but you're looking a little thin..." A few days later, my mom gets the call.
I've been skinny my entire life, and I can't understand why people have such a hard time believing that I can be this way naturally. They have an even harder time believing that I don't enjoy it.
"You're so thin," they say, "I wish I could be thin like you." And when I complain about my weight, they say "Right, I feel so bad for you. Do you know how many people would kill for that problem?"
But nobody notices the awkward way my ribs stick out, or the way my knees look [knobby & gross].
They all just think I'm desperately lucky. Or anorexic.
I don't want to be heavy, or anything, but I wish I could fill out a little so I wouldn't face so much criticism.