It’s Not Easy Being Skinny

“Wow, you look really fat! Have you been gaining weight?”

Nobody in their right mind would dare say something like that. It’s completely insensitive, socially unacceptable and rude. But for whatever reason, saying the opposite is normal. Even funny.

Public accusations about being skinny typically don’t hurt my feelings. But I find the hypocritical double standard amusing. Of course, in my case it’s not an issue of being exceptionally thin. I just avoid flexing because it’s annoying to constantly rip through shirts with my enormous muscles.

Anyway, I’m thinking it’s about time to put an end to skinny shaming. Not everyone out there with high metabolism like me is trying to mask bulging biceps. They actually have feelings. And you taking time to loudly criticize their physique is embarrassing and offensive. And just like not all overweight people have a glandular problem, not all skinny people have an eating disorder. Some are just more slender than the average bear, and can’t do anything about it.

In fact, If I could gain some weight I’d gladly do so. But for whatever reason, eating massive quantities of food has absolutely no effect on my weight. Neither does pairing that high calorie consumption with a notably sedentary, yet oddly compelling lifestyle.

In the midst of society ridiculing and chastising the slender, they fail to realize that life isn’t all sunshine and roses for us. Being lanky comes with a long list of challenges and frustrations. Here’s a few of them:

  • Wearing pants. While some have trouble getting pants over their hips, we have trouble keeping them on because we don’t have any hips. Without a belt, things get interesting in public. 
  • Sitting on chairs without cushions. Enjoy watching a game in the bleachers? How about sitting in that folding chair in the church basement? Or in a desk at school? For us, these activities are basically medieval torture. We’re not fidgeting because we’re hyperactive. We’re constantly moving because there isn’t any padding on these surfaces. Or anywhere else. 
  • Laying on the ground. This is similar to sitting in chairs, only spread the pain across your entire body. That’s why the scrawny kid at sleepovers doesn’t sleep a wink. And why camping without an air mattress is like laying on a bed of nails.
  • Staying warm. Those of you with extra cushion have no idea how spoiled you are in the winter. You’re able to wear polo shirts to work without any difficulty, and you might even sweat a little bit. Meanwhile, I’m wearing long underwear and about three more layers and I’m still shivering. Then in the summertime, you crank up the air conditioning and I freeze to death. I’m not wearing a coat indoors in August because it’s stylish. I’m desperately trying to prevent hypothermia. 
  • Buying shirts. If it weren’t for “slim fit”, I’d look like I’m drowning in a parachute. And trying to tuck it in just makes matters worse. At least those on the other end of the spectrum get big and tall stores. We don’t have that luxury.   

As you can see, being skinny isn’t as great as everybody assumes. Hopefully my lighthearted highlights of our peculiar struggles were at least moderately enjoyable. And perhaps they’ll gently point a finger at one of society’s largely unrecognized hypocritical double standards. 

photo credit: Levi’s 510 Super Skinny Jeans, 2/2015, by Mike Mozart of TheToyChannel and JeepersMedia on YouTube #Levi #Skinny #Jeans via photopin (license)

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