Confessions of a ‘Nearly 40yo’ #31102017
As a kid, no one cared that I wasn’t the same weight as others. The kids asked if I was Chinese though… then I was a teenager and everyone started calling me skinny. I shaved my head and the girls would say it looked weird, like an egg. I was called Mr. Burns and Bones in high school. For some reason mentioning your lack of weight wasn’t considered rude, unlike its portly counterpart.
Then the acne kicked in… it didn’t leave until I was an adult. I was also short… in Year 12 I looked like a Year 9. You won’t see a photo of me without long sleeves all through my high school years either. I had to cover up (what I thought were) my shamefully skinny arms.
The list was rather comprehensive. Roughly 20 things I hated about myself if I recall. I now know this to be emotional disclosure. But at the time there was nobody in the world I felt I could tell these terrible beliefs to.
My 20’s came and went… still slim… early 30’s…. people still asked ‘Why are you so skinny?’… like I chose this small-boned frame of mine from a magazine or perhaps I’d been praying to the porcelain god after every meal. Either way, the question was stupid. Of course, you can’t call people stupid. That would be rude.