I’m skinny, so I’m happy, right?
I’m skinny, so I’m healthy, right?
I’m skinny, so I’m good at sports, right?
I’m skinny, so I can run fast, right?
I’m skinny, so I should wear a bikini, right?
I’m skinny, so I should flaunt my assets, right?
I’m skinny, so I’m a bitch, right?
You don’t know the struggle, you don’t see the tipping of MY scales,
I’ve been bombarded with images of media since I was a girl,
telling me to be hotter, thinner, sexier. Telling me my body belongs to the highest bidder or the best con
-but not myself.
Telling me my worth is on the auction block based on the length of my thighs and the hollows in my cheeks.
I should be thankful for my genetics and flaunt what I’ve got.
It doesn’t matter that Docs told me I risked being infertile when I was 12 because I couldn’t gain weight
and now I’m thirty- hoping, praying, desperate for another child. Realizing what a miracle the conception of my babies were.
It doesn’t matter that I stand up in the middle of the night to answer their cries and pass out from blood pressure dropping to the floor.
It doesn’t matter that I’ve been on pills, supplements, diet changes (the works!) to fix the anemia that weighs me down like lead in my bones.
If I’m cold I’m just told I should put on some insulation, there is no way that it’s my thyroid since I’m too skinny for problems.
Problems dismissed, sorrow invalidated, frustration ignored-nothing’s wrong since I’m skinny and just complaining makes me bitchy, so shut up and be happy I’m so lucky.
Why do you work out? You don’t need to. Why don’t you eat pizza? You could use it.
Since when is cardiovascular exercise reserved for only the obese, like my heart will keep on pumping forever just fine since I’m skinny.
And my hormones will balance out just fine since I’m skinny.
And my muscles will just magically appear since I’m skinny.
And my bones won’t ever be brittle and fragile even though osteoporosis runs in my family-since I’m already skinny.
Stupid LIES health is important no matter the circumference of your waist,
whether there is fat on my muscles or not they need to be worked,
my bones need to be strengthened so I pick up my weights.
And as for food- am I the only one who sees that poor nutrition doesn’t just hurt your joints with extra weight but poisons your system and effects your entire life?
My body is a temple and a gift from the Lord, just look at the detail in scripture for the creation of the Tabernacle
-am I to treat the dwelling of the Holy Spirit with anything less than my best?
What is it to YOU that I care about the health of my gut or the strength of my back? Get off mine.