Let’s put this in perspective.
Someone posting on this site, saying, “Having a slow metabolism, I’m a size 14 and I actually love that I’m thick. I love all my curve and my figure.” would elicit encouragement. “That’s right, love your body!”
However, someone posting on this site (and I’ve seen it firsthand, on TUO, no less) saying, “I love having a fast metabolism, I love being a size 0, and I love that my thighs don’t touch.” would only bring negative responses. “You’re clearly bragging, shut up.” “Size 0 isn’t even a size.”
Why is body acceptance one-sided?Truthful Tuesday: This is my life. I have been a size 0 since entering the junior’s department up until this past year, and now I’m working hard to keep myself that way because it makes me feel like my true self.
But that also comes with people whispering, “Totally anorexic” when they see me at the mall. It comes with my own brother lying about how I only eat lima beans (oh, please. Gimme a burger).
It’s so frustrating because I feel like I have to be walking on egg shells all the time when it comes to issues about weight. I hate when people state, “Oh my god, she’s so tiny, give that girl a burger”. If she’s like me, she eats them! And Chipotle burritos! And let’s get some DQ while we’re out, too.
I hate the weird guilt that I have simply because I have the metabolism of a squirrel. I hate the whole jealousy of it all.
I’ve never really seen myself as “skinny”, but as “Hey that’s me, and I’m pretty okay with me.” I know this post is pretty incoherent, and I probably contradicted myself somewhere, but what I’m trying to say is that I wish more people would just be acceptive of one another. You don’t know what battle the other person is fighting.
Also: world peace and rainbows and maybe a pony.
I’ve seen this a few too many times on my dash today to not say what’s been coursing through my brain.
I totally think everyone should love their body. Yay bodies. Yay positive self image. Awesome, I’m totally for it. We’re all special snowflakes and our bodies are beautifully unique.
That said, when you live in a culture that routinely makes a big fucking deal about one specific body type it sorta leaves all the non-lucky havers of different bodies SOL. To me it’s sorta like saying how happy you are that you were born into a wealthy family. Yea, it’s cool that you had all these advantages and I’m glad you appreciate what you have, but it stings a little when you remind me that my star didn’t align the same way.
In short, I guess I’m saying I sorta understand why people might react negatively (not that I condone it). We all revere the underdog.
