I’ve been under weight since I was small. I’m 19 now and I weigh 92 pounds. It’s so embarrassing that I hate even telling people how much I weigh. I used to cry so much because I thought I would never make it to 100 pounds. Well I’m actually quite healthy and yes I have been called names like “twig”, “anorexic”, “bulimic”, “stick” etc. but i learned that if no one is going to love me I can love myself.

i have a boyfriend now and he thinks i’m absolutely beautiful.

i know it hurts but where i’m going with this is that you have to learn to love yourself :)

i want to become a model one day now. i’m not the most confident but i know that i can do it! :) i start classes in September  keep your head up girlies :) i’m here if you need to talk!

- submitted by learnbutneverregretxo

This isn’t really my story. More like both a friend of mine’s and my story. For starters, I’m in no way skinny. I’ve been average to overweight my whole life, but I’ve been doing really well with getting healthier. My friend (no names) on the other hand, has always always always been petite. Always. It’s simply how she is. I never bothered her about it, and we used to be so close. It’s hard to find friends who don’t pick at each other for weight. She was picked on everyday that we knew each other. Go eat a burger, ew stop puking etc. etc. She was literally making herself sick from trying to eat more crap to gain weight. No human is supposed to eat as much sugar, sodium, grease, and bulking powder as she was downing everyday. I’ve NEVER commented on her weight, even though I’m trying to get smaller myself. But she ended up turning really mean the one time I asked her to get medical help for how sick she was getting from all the things she was doing to herself. We’re not friends anymore, because she thinks I’m one of THEM now. I moved from where we were living, but the last time I saw her it seriously looked like her body was crashing… I’m probably putting this in the wrong place, but I wanted to tell all of the readers something. PLEASEpleasepleaseplease love yourself. Everybody and every body should. Please try not to listen to people who try to shame you for being small. I may not be small myself, but I do think that everyone should mind their own business and find other ways to make themselves feel better than by bullying other people. I have no idea if my friend is okay, because I haven’t heard from her since she stopped talking to me. When you feel that you are beautiful, THAT is what makes you beautiful. Society shouldn’t have a say in how we feel about ourselves at all. Our health is more important than some strange war over waist size. Tumblr love!!!

- submitted by anon

I am one of those girls who has a superfast metabolism and can’t seem to gain poundage unless its around the holidays, and soon after it drops off. I am here to pronounce my deepest gratitude for this page. Usually I see pages supporting the heavier set girls and I just didn’t think it was fair. Don’t WE deserve to be supported? Every skinny girl isn’t comfortable with her body. Every big girl isn’t UNcomfortable with her body. So THANK YOU The Skinny Girl Problems for expressing my feelings through a tumblr page. Thumbs up to you.

- submitted by paisthesidekick

For the anon with small boobs: some of my friends also occasionally make rude remarks about my weight and my (nearly) flat chest. I either play along or ignore it. It depends on how offensive the joke is. Anyway, I think you (and everybody else who goes through this) should to have a serious talk with your friend and say these comments really upset you. If she doesn’t stop, simply ignore her. Maybe she’ll notice she’s being childish and will stop. Or maybe she won’t. Either way, you shouldn’t listen to a girl who’s insulting you just to make herself feel better. Plus, we (nearly or completed) flat chested ladies DO have some advantages like:

We don’t get back pain.

We can go out without a bra.

We’re a hundred percent sure guys talk to us because they think we’re interesting and not because of our boobs.

AAAAND… We can sleep on our stomachs! :D

- submitted by Mariana

I’m tired of being nice.
I’m not lucky.
She’s not lucky.
We’re not lucky.
Being skinny is not as glamorous as everyone makes it out to be.
Being skinny is not a walk in the park.
Being skinny is not fucking fun.

Do you understand?
How does anyone consider this their “dream”? I’m tired of everyone wanting something that physically, mentally, and emotionally hurts. It’s not fair me, to you, or to anyone.

We’re not lucky.

When others see us, they’re jealous and typically get mad or upset wishing they had our bodies, saying it’d make life so much easier. But it doesn’t. Life isn’t easy being the way we are. Not at all. It’s all a lie; we’re trying really hard not to live. It’s not our fault. We don’t want to be this way.

How is that lucky?

It’s prom season, unfortunately. Prom dress shopping is supposed to be fun, it’s supposed to be enjoyable, but for me, and millions out there; it’s living hell. I’ve been to dozens of stores, and tried on more dresses than I can count, and NONE FIT ME. I went to this store that had a few size 0’s and those of course were too big. They only had two 00’s which where ugly. Typical if you ask me. I don’t understand how or why our “skinny” section isn’t as big and variety filled as let’s say the “plus sized” or “normal” section. I mean, they’re singling everyone out anyways, why not give us what we need too. Did you forget about us? Apparently everyone envies us for our size, yet they choose to ignore us when we need help. Why? I’m upset. I’m mad. I swear the next person who wishes they were as skinny as me, is going to get a fucking shovel jammed in their eye socket, and I’m pretty sure others are with me on that.

Sadly, for many of us; dress shopping isn’t even the half of it…

We really aren’t the lucky ones.

- submitted by sundaymorningstorm

Today during my physics class, we were discussing one of the homework problems from the night before. My teacher had picked random kids from the class and made the homework problems using their names. The problem we were talking about stated a boy in my class’ actual weight (126 pounds). Everyone in my class started saying things like, “He’s too skinny,” “He’s like a rail,” and “He needs to eat more.” All I could think of when that was happening was that they would never dare make those comments about someone heavier. Can you imagine? Like “He’s too fat,” “He’s like a blimp,” and “He needs to eat less.” I hate this double standard.

- submitted by pinkponies17

It was a family dinner
At a local restaurant with everyone
Gathered about
All her brothers around
And her the only
Girl

She ordered a salad
With no dressing
Because her family
Insisted

She was pretty
With nice hair
And clothes that didn’t
Always fit
Quite right

And when dessert
Came around
She got none
As her family sat
Eating pleasantly

When she got home
She started to cry
Her stomach left empty

She ripped off the clothes
That she hated to wear
Because people gave her looks
As they walked down the street

So at the end of day
She lies in bed
Ugly and very alone

So do you know now? Is she fat or is she thin? She can be any size at all. She can be curvy, pear shaped, have lots of flabs, boobs that sag, or even no boobs at all. She can have a flat butt, no butt, an amazing-but-she-doesn’t-know-it butt. She can be a size twenty or a double zero.  She can be a girl of any size because all girls can suffer from body issues and all girls can feel like clothes don’t fit or their boobs are too small or their butt is too big or their stomach has too many stretch marks. Because all girls can be ridiculed and given looks on the street because that shirt maybe doesn’t fit right or those jeans are not suitable for her or maybe that’s showing too much or that’s covering up everything. Because all girl’s bodies feel shamed and all girl’s bodies get hurt but more importantly, all girl’s feelings get hurt because girls are just human and the sooner everyone realizes that, the better off girls everywhere will be. 

I just look skinny to you.  When I say, “I know how you feel about being fat.”

You say, “No, you don’t.  You’re skinny.”

Implying that because I now fit into a size 0 jean I no longer have any self doubt or hatred or harm against myself.  That all those feelings of worthlessness, of alienation magically disappears once my ass becomes flatter than soda.

I’m better than you because I’m skinny now.  Is that what you’re saying?  Is that how you view me now?  I’m no longer a friend but one of THEM.  The enemy.

I’m sorry.  No, wait.  I’m not.  I’m not sorry at all.  That hurts.  You are self-centered.  You are hurting me.  You only see yourself and your pain and your insecurities.  When I try to be a friend you push me away.  When I try to help you, you tell me, “It’s so easy for you!  You’re naturally beautiful.”

I was going to say, “No, no I’m not.”  But that’s joining you in your self-harm.  I’m a friend, not an enabler.  You are beautiful but you’ll never see it, and worst of all no matter what I say you will never believe me.

Sometimes I wonder if I strip and show you my cellulite, broken capillaries, spider veins with stretchmarks swathing my ankles and crawling long, pale, jagged claws up my legs, around my thighs and swaddling my hips, would that make you see?  I fought that fight too.  I have the scars to prove it.

But why should I have to debase myself, show my wounds and humiliate myself to make you feel better?  Why?  Why do you have to point out the ugly in someone else for you to feel better?  Does it make you feel superior?  Does it really make your day?

Do you feel better now?

I don’t argue with you anymore not because you’re right, but because it’s pointless.  I no longer want to be hurt.  So I stay quiet.

Misery loves company.

- submitted by night-thing

so I had yet another shopping fiasco this weekend. Went to Pinko with my mum because she saw some leather skirts (I’ve been looking for one for ages) and put them on hold in ‘my size’ so I could come try them on.

The assistant brings down the skirts and my heart sinks as I see them. I go ‘what size are these?’ and she says ‘38’ and I say ‘oh, do you not have them in a smaller size?’ and she gives me this fucking judgemental look and says ‘it’s a uk 6, no.’ (that’s a US 2) So I try on the damn skirts and they all hang off me like sacks and I just felt so miserable and was in the worst mood for the rest of the day. 

My mum totally didn’t help either, she was all ‘Alexandra you need to put on weight this is just not attractive, nothing will ever fit you’ and the fucking problem isn’t my weight, it’s that shops don’t make clothes for people my size (my waist circumference is 22”). And I don’t want to put on weight because that wouldn’t be natural for me. I like my body the way it is naturally but I don’t like being judged for it, and I swear to god, if another person tells me to ‘go eat a burger’ or ‘eat more cake’ I might actually flip out and hit them. When shit like this happens I go and fucking overeat and nothing happens except that I feel sick and unable to move for the rest of the day. 

Anyway, I’m just so glad I have this blog to go to, because I feel it’s literally the only place where people actually understand what I go through and the shit I have to put up with, without judging me. Thanks guys :)

xoxo Alex

Im 5’8 and 120 pounds, which isnt even that skinny, and I work in a supermarket bakery. one time a customer came up to the counter and asked how many people an 8” round cake served so I told her it served 8-10 people and possibly 12 if you cut small slices (this is factual info that my boss told me to tell people) and she just looked at me and said “really..? *pause* actually.. you probably wouldnt know i mean youre SO skinny” and i looked her in the eye and said “well, actually, i could probably eat that whole cake in one sitting” and she just looked at me in disbelief and walked away. i couldnt believe someone would have the nerve to say that to someone. its so RUDE. agh. it is just as bad as walking up to a larger person and saying “hey since you eat so much how many people does this serve?” you cannot do that. i eat more than ALL of my friends that weigh the same as me or more and are shorter than me, people need to stop judging others on their body’s appearance. 

- submitted by always-clearskies