Every new year, I make a set of resolutions to gain at least 30 pounds throughout the year and let's just say that I am more likely to lose weight that I don't have. I may be the wackiest person you'll ever read about, who complains about not being able to gain weight, but hear my story before you judge me!

Full disclosure: this is not some craze or fantasy brought on by the Kardashians. My dream of gaining weight was long before they even graced your TV screens.

THIS IS ME!

I grew up in the Caribbean, a society where curvaceous and bigger body types are appreciated and desired for as long as I can remember. As a kid, I was always called meager, skinny, twig, stick - anything that you can think of that is lean or thin, I was probably compared to it until they became nicknames. Growing up as one of the tiniest people in my community I was advised to eat a lot of butter and fatty foods to try and gain some weight so I wouldn't look as bony as I did.

Fast forward to age 21, I am still the same, a bit taller, but the nicknames have not been lost on me.

I have seen nutritionists, my family doctor, dieticians and gastroenterologists and the one thing that they all told me was that I am not malnourished, or anorexic. Basically, there is nothing wrong with me which is great since I have that news to share with those who decide that it is their job to provide a diagnosis upon meeting me.

My family continues to tell me that I will gain weight as I get older and when I have children. If that is the case, I am fucked because I most likely will choose not to conceive children (solely to avoid the pain and all that good stuff).

My inability to gain weight bothered me so much that I was told by one of my doctors not to exercise, eat only fatty and greasy foods while maintaining a very high-calorie diet. I ate bacon cheeseburgers and fries every day (not including my breakfast, lunch, and dinner) and I never exercised for a whole year. This was not a change to my lifestyle as I pig out every single day of my life. So yes, I am the fat kid lacking the physical aspect of the title.

Verdict: Absolutely nothing changed! Nada. Instead, I lost instead of gaining weight which fluctuated between 99 and 104 pounds. Sometimes 105 pounds if the scale decides to give me a boost on a particular day.

I describe myself as someone with a washboard body - flat on all sides - however, I do have a nice set of boobs but sticks for legs. I am smaller than a size zero which leads to yet another struggle of finding proper attire for my body type. I can never find clothes that fit, so I now have to purchase most of my clothes from online boutiques which are obscenely expensive and not at all suitable for my floundering college budget.

I've met a lot of people who have told me that I am ungrateful for being skinny and they have the opposite issue. I do understand that people struggle to lose weight on the other side of the spectrum which is another perspective in itself. But, I am yet to give up on the dream because I do believe that thick thighs save lives.

But I am not all that mad about being skinny. I have learned to embrace it but cheers to the 30 pounds that I will gain in the future!