Stop Shaming Women Who Love To Eat And Never Gain Any Weight

Stop Shaming Women Who Love To Eat And Never Gain Any Weight

To all you "skinny" girls out there who have been told you need to eat a cheeseburger or something, this one's for you.

So, this topic hits home with me because I have personally experienced skinny shaming far too many times. I have always been underweight. I have never dieted a day in my life. Actually, I do pretty much the opposite. I hate working out, so I always played sports in high school, and since I've graduated, I've maybe worked out 10 times... in almost 3 years. I have an obsession with Krispy Kreme doughnuts and fast food. I love candy, and cookies are my weakness. I have never strived to be skinny. I have always envied the girls with full curves that can actually go into a women's clothing store and have everything not fall off of them.

I get the "you're so skinny" comment a lot, and always have. I don't mind it but to me, it's not really a compliment. Not every girl wants to be skinny. What really bothers me is the negative attitude directed at my size. The "you're like skin and bones" and "you need to eat a cheeseburger" comments make me wanna slap someone with the cheeseburger they believe I need to eat but have probably already eaten. That's not okay.

It's totally not okay to call a bigger girl fat. So why is it acceptable to make nasty remarks about a girl who eats everything in sight and can't gain weight? Saying I need to eat some more or that I look like a 12-year-old because I am so small, is like looking at a curvy girl and telling her that she needs to go find a treadmill and that she looks like a whale. It's all WRONG. Every girl — and guy, for that matter — is beautiful the size they were created. We should not feel inferior because someone thinks we should be bigger or smaller.

I got so excited when I saw the Dove commercial with curvy women on it, and saw the beautiful, full-figured Ashley Graham grace the cover of Sports Illustrated. Finally, some acceptance for women's body types that don't look like Victoria's Secret models. (And there's nothing wrong with their bodies either, I admire them all.) But now, we've taken two steps back. We finally start appreciating one body type, and then we put another one down.

Oh, and the "men don't want bones" comment is ridiculous and sexist. My boyfriend is perfectly happy with my size 2 "skin and bones." Every guy is different, just like every girl. So just because your man prefers a size 12, doesn't mean I'll never be wanted by a man because I am smaller.

How could I forget the anorexic and bulimic rumors either? Just because a girl is "skinny" does not mean she has an eating disorder. Seriously people. These accusations based on size are ridiculous.

So my whole point is it's wrong. We have finally started to accept more full-figured girls, which is awesome. Let's not ruin that by bashing the smaller, "skinny" people. Everyone should be able to be comfortable with their bodies without being told they should eat a cheeseburger.

But you know what, I will eat that cheeseburger because at the end of the day it's my body, not yours, and I'll do whatever makes ME happy with MY size.

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National Eating Disorder Awareness Week Should Matter To All Of Us

Secrets make you sick.

Next week (2/26 - 3/4) is National Eating Disorder Awareness (NEDA) Week, a week where education, prevention, and treatment take the forefront.

In the United States alone, as many as 20 million women and 10 million men will struggle with an eating disorder at some point in their lives. This statistic becomes especially troubling considering eating disorders have the highest mortality rate of any mental illness. Despite these growing numbers, eating disorders are still incredibly stigmatized, and they are born and raised in silence.

This is exactly why National Eating Disorder Awareness Week is so important – to me, a survivor, to the millions of people struggling, and to a society that turns the other cheek to one of the deadliest, and most preventable, illnesses of our time.

This year's theme, sponsored by the National Eating Disorders Association, is Let's Get Real, a challenge and a promise to fight stigma and make it okay to talk about eating disorders, whether you're directly affected by them or not. The program encourages prevention through things like education and awareness, including the ability to recognize unhealthy thought and behavior patterns that may lead to the development of an eating disorder.

It also aims to educate the public on signs and symptoms of eating disorders to guide people in helping their loved ones who are struggling toward treatment and recovery. Along with prevention, the program encourages treatment and recovery through resources like their online screening tool and their 24/7 helpline. NEDA also works to fund treatment centers and counseling across the country, and the money raised during the week goes directly toward life-saving treatment for those who need it.

But arguably the most important aspect of National Eating Disorder Awareness Week is the opportunity it gives us to finally talk about these diseases – without shame and without stigma.

Eating disorders are constantly around us, whether we know it or not. They are born and raised in silence. Giving us the permission and the platform to finally talk about them gives us power, and even gives us the chance at possibly saving someone's life. It gives us the chance to say to someone, "You are not alone" and "Recovery is possible." And it is so, so possible.

This National Eating Disorder Awareness Week, I encourage you to head over to and take a look at the information and the resources made available. I encourage you to start a conversation in your own social circles, your dinner tables, your residence halls, etc.

I encourage you to help fight the stigma and save some lives. Let's Get Real – this week and every week.

If you or someone you know is struggling with an eating disorder, contact the NEDA helpline at (800) 931-2237, text "NEDA" to 741741, or visit the official NEDA website at

For Stony Brook University students, contact CAPS at (631) 632-6720 or CAPS After Hours at (855) 509-5742.

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I'm Done Explaining Myself And My Body

I'm a work in progress.

When I started college as a freshman, I was small. Small in a lot of different ways, but small in body size, first and foremost. Small in the most important way, I told myself.

Today as a senior, I am larger. Larger in body size for sure, but larger in a lot of different ways that I’m starting to realize are much more important. I’m larger in areas such as spirit, mentality, and empathy.

But throughout sophomore and junior year, I was only concerned with the expansion of my body. Mostly, I was concerned with what others were thinking about it.

There are a host of reasons behind my expanding body during those years, and I spent a solid portion of those years trying to explain my reasons to everyone. Literally. Everyone. To my family, to friends past and present, to people I’d just met who hadn’t even known me when I was small. To Facebook, to Instagram, to Twitter.

I explained myself and my weight gain to anyone and everyone before they could make up their own assumptions before they could place their own narratives on my body.

In her powerful memoir, “Hunger,” Roxane Gay concurs with this particular anxiety of mine: “When you’re overweight, your body becomes a matter of public record in many respects. Your body is constantly and prominently on display. People project assumed narratives onto your body and are not at all interested in the truth of your body, whatever that truth may be.”

I was determined for people to understand my truth — even the darkest areas of that truth — because I couldn’t bear to have those typical narratives placed on me. I could not allow people to think I was simply lazy and overeating for no reason other than a lack of willpower.

First and foremost, when I was explaining my body, I’d make sure people knew that at one point not too long ago, my body was small. And by the end of my explanations, I’d still be large in size and feel even smaller in the aforementioned more important ways.

Explaining my body never left me feeling more confident and safe in how people saw me. It just reinforced that my own self-worth was equated to my body size.

Luckily, things have changed this year. Through education, experience, and consistent training of my thoughts, I’ve slowly begun redefining my self-worth and started practicing more love and acceptance towards my body. I don’t feel as great a desire to explain my body to people, although I’m certain people still have their own explanations when they see me.

I’m a work in progress. I know my truth. And that’s all that really matters.

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