Hi, I’m the girl whose statue you think you have the right to comment on. From slight ones that make me wince inwardly, too straight up atrocities that leave me breathless. Hi, I am the girl that must sit through lectures from the elderly and jokes from the youth. Hi, I’m the girl whose body looks the way it does solely from the combination of my ancestor’s genes. Hi, I’m the girl that’s too tall, too slim, too fat, that has too little or not big enough breasts. Hi, I’m the girl you don’t know from Eve on the street, and yet you think you can stand and judge?
Hi, I’m the 5”1, 93lb girl you just called too skinny. You look at my body and tell me I’m going to blow away in the wind. You don’t know though that I struggle to eat every day. You don’t know that my constant anxiety causes my body to reject the intake of food. I feel like I’m constantly walking around with rocks in my gut. It's not cute when you say how tiny I am, nor is it appropriate when you ask me my weight. No, I do not have an eating disorder because I'm terrified of being bigger. I miss eating normally. I wish I could.
Hi, I’m the 5”2, 125lb girl who wears a 32 F bra you can’t help stare at. I know they’re big, thanks for pointing it out. No, they aren’t fake to answer your invasive question. No, you may not fucking touch them, they are not for you, random guy on the street. You shouldn’t be jealous of them either, girl who couldn’t help but comment on them. My back is constantly hurting and I can’t find a bra for the life of me. I’m the girl who gets called conservative for always covering up, but gets called a skank when I wear a regular tee shirt. I have no idea why they’re so large, but I didn’t ask for them or your offensive comments and questions.
Hi, I’m the 5”4, 110lb girl who you assume can eat anything and never gain a pound. You look at my statue and assume my metabolism is high or something similar. You laugh and tell me it’ll catch up to me eventually. What you don’t know is, is I work out multiple times a week. I pay attention to my carb and sugar intake, while drinking plenty of water. I work hard to keep my body in shape and your accusations are both irrelevant, incorrect and frankly none of your business.
Hi, we’re the girls and people in general who are tired of having our bodies open for public discussion. What we wear, how our bodies are shaped and portioned, and what we put up with it isn’t something for plain Jane or John on the street to comment on. Comment on my mind or the book I’m reading. Ask me where I got my purse and if it comes in other colors. Question my personality and engage my mind, because I’m so much more than my body.
