Some of the comments on this article made me tear up, for real.
I get it, though. I really do. Thin people have thin privilege. But the coathanger/beanpole thing makes me seriously sad. I can't help but think of all the people who have said fucked up shit to me, not always disguised as concern, either, but as if they were required to say it to me, and I wonder what they assumed about me because of my body, or how they didn't even think about the adjectives they chose and how hurtful they are. I mean, at least say that shit behind my back, why you gotta say it to my face?
Like the time a coworker thought it was completely appropriate to walk over to my desk and loudly begin a monologue about how thin my arms were, and how she never saw me in the lunchroom, and said I looked like "a starving Ethiopian."
But I get it. I don't have to fight against people thinking I'm dirty, or lazy, or stupid. Actually, now that I think about it, I DO, because I'm Hispanic.
HA. HA. HAaaaaaaa..... DAMN.
Sorry, yo's. I'm just kinda sad. Obviously.
(No, really, I get it: I have no room to bitch, here. It just makes me sad. And I know I don't have it that bad, comparatively.)