Real women have curves. Men want steak, not bones.
My lack of curves does not mean I have a lack of presence. My spindly figure has me looking over the heads of people who tell me to eat more, to gain weight, that men don't like women
Like me.
When did my body become a ground for competition over attention of others? It would be a pretty easy playing ground, as most things on it are flat, in places both accepted and not. It's a straight shot from my chin to my toes, the only curves I find are in my teeth, spine, and nose.
My eyes are brown, like most everyone else's on the planet, most girls have larger breasts and they're all the same and liked. Evidently, fitting in (anything above a 36 b) is only accepted if it's pleasurable to the eye, and not the eye color.
I have strong hands. I can hold on forever if given the opportunity. I can mend and mold things to fix them. My thighs are not soft fruit, but they are strong enough to hold myself up. It's not enough for anyone else, but it's enough for me.
Larger assets run in my family, but all I inherited is the ability to run. I can reach things on the highest shelf, I can hide between the fridge and the cupboards, light bulbs have never been an issue for me.
My lack of curves is not a lack of femininity, I find curves in the crook of my elbows, the bends of my knees, my eyelashes and toes.
