She wraps her arms tight about herself. Her friends would tell her that since she could do that then she must be anorexic. She must have a food disorder of some kind.
And don’t you know that men like curves?
She wraps her arms around herself and the voices she thought she was ignoring come crashing in faster, harder, sharper.
There are no excuses for a skinny girl.
If you are skinny, you are anorexic.
If you are skinny, you should gain weight.
If you are skinny, you immediately offend.
If you are skinny, you should know that men like curves and whatever you’ve got going on there is not enough.
She wraps her arms around herself, and her tears fall unbidden. She knows this shame isn’t real. How could it be? She knows that she was fashioned, made, designed by her Creator.
sometimes….the words still hurt. She still gave them power.
She wraps her arms around herself and the voices drain. Swirling, spiraling, emptying from her….yet filling the void. She walks through the streets and her head is down. Continue reading “S K I N N Y”