I have been naturally thin my whole life. Wait, before you scoff and disregard the rest of this article because I’m “lucky” somehow, take a second to answer a couple of questions. Why is being skinny the end-all be-all goal? Does it really get rid of body insecurities? Will being skinny make everyone like you?

If you can’t answer those questions, let me give you some perspective. Being thin kind of sucks. I’ve been told that I would be prettier if I gained 10 pounds, I have issues with my pointy elbows and toothpick ankles, and whenever I mention my jean size, women glare at me. Is being my size really what everyone wants?

Shopping in the Women’s section sucks

Sorry, a size four is NOT a small. The other day, I went shopping for a dress to wear to a wedding and it took me TWO HOURS to find one. Not to find one that I liked or that would be appropriate, two hours and six different stores to find one that FIT. And I bought the first one that did.

I can’t share clothes with any of my friends

All I’ve ever wanted was a best friend who wore the same size clothes as me. But of course not! Everyone else is an average size while I somehow haven’t changed since what seems like eighth grade. Why can’t everything be like "The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants?"

“Ohmygosh you’re so lucky you look good in everything!”

As if. Do you see my bones sticking out everywhere? Just because I’m thin doesn’t mean clothes magically fit me perfectly. Most of the time, I have to stick to jeans and t-shirts because most shirts are too baggy on my chest.

“Eat a cheeseburger!”

I can’t even count how many people have told me this in my life. One, I don’t even like cheeseburgers. And more importantly, it won’t do anything; I’ve eaten a whole cake and was hungry an hour later. (This is not bragging, it is just what happens.)

“What size even are you?”

If I tell you, you’re just going to glare at me like I somehow chose to look this way. I’m not the enemy based on my jean size. And I hate my jean size! Do you know how few zeros stores carry? Not to mention they are on the bottom shelf so I have to sit on the floor to find anything.

“How much do you even weigh?”

I have a real issue with this question. Would you ask ANY other woman what she weighs? Would you ask a seemingly overweight woman what she weighs? NO. You probably wouldn’t. So why would you ask me? I don’t weigh enough to give blood, let’s just keep it at that.

“You must be anorexic/bulimic”

Nope. And that is really rude of ANYONE to say. Seriously, don’t ever say that to anyone. Those are serious diseases that are not a joking matter.

The “Real men like curves” pictures really tick me off

Real men like whatever they like. Women are beautiful, no matter what size they are. Just because one group of women wants to feel better about themselves doesn’t mean that thin women should be put down. Please stop body shaming me.

I feel like I’m going to fall out of roller coasters/carnival rides

No, but really. The first time I rode the Zipper, I thought I was going to die. Thank goodness for the cages on that ride. But if I go flying, please someone catch me.

“Ohmygosh you’re so skinny!”

Thanks, I hadn’t looked in a mirror….ever. Being skinny is not the best thing in the world. It isn’t the worst thing in the world, either, don’t get me wrong, but it isn’t always great. At the end of the day, women need to find a weight where they are happy and healthy, neither of which has to mean a size zero.