The trend for the middle generation in middle school and high school was size 2, 5 feet 4 inches, and bony.

If you weren't a stick, you were labeled as fat. Just ask Demi Lovato.

I have never been the "skinny girl," unless I was in the depths of an eating disorder. Even then, at 102 pounds, I still had love handles. Becuase of that extra something-something around my hips, even with hipbones protruding, I was STILL called fat.

Why? Becuase my bone structure was different than everyone else's - and that wasn't my fault.

Now, however, the "in" trend is slim thick.

Plainly, slim thick is when a girl has a big butt, big breasts, bigger legs, and a tiny waist - the perfect hourglass shape. You can imagine my relief when I realized that finally, after years of torture and being called "fat," I would finally be looked at as pretty. However, seeing the people who are naturally skinny take my place of being bullied because they don't have hips for people to grab, made me extremely sad.

No one deserves to be tormented for their body - especially if they have a body composition that cannot be changed.

When I was in middle school and high school, I had to realize the reason that I couldn't lose weight in my hips wasn't that I wasn't working hard enough but rather because there was no weight to lose - it was bone. Last time I checked, bone couldn't disappear by working out, eating healthy, or even starving yourself.

I have what are called "hip dips."

I have a hard time finding jeans that fit my butt AND my waist. Trying on bathing suits is a nightmare. And even though it was a struggle, I was finally happy that my body type was the "new thing" - not because I, at last, had the approval of others, but because I was able to realize throughout the process that I can't please anyone but myself when it comes to my appearance.

The only person I need to think I am attractive is myself - despite the "in" trend.