When I was in 2nd grade a girl said my waist was the size of her wrist. And I guess I should have taken it as a compliment, but I didn't see it as one. When I was in 5th grade a boy said I was so skinny, that I would fall apart if he touched me. I started to notice that my hips were shards of glass and my knees were doorknobs. In 7th grade my friends complained about being over 130, and I had just hit 90. I'll keep my mouth shut, and hope no one asks about my weight. In 8th grade my teacher said I should eat something for a change. I didn't make a sound to her, but we all know damn well that I would be the one being punished. In 9th grade my uncle said 'you need to eat a cheeseburger, are you anorexic?' Why does having a high metabolism look like an eating disorder? At my first high school slow dance, my date had his hands on my waist and I was worried I would cut him. All I wanted was to match dress sizes with my friends, but I was 3 below. I suck at sports because I eat unhealthy to try to add something to my boney body. When I touch my body or see it in a swimsuit I can't help but cringe at how little there is. I told myself that I would never marry because there is almost nothing for them to love. I know that I have pencil legs and twiggy arms but when I have the audacity to say I'm "lucky". Am I "lucky" to look malnourished? Am I "lucky" to have been called stick my whole life? Am I "lucky" to seem like I'm just a skeleton? Am I "lucky" to never be able to put on weight? Being this skinny is not as "lucky" as you imagine.
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