Growing Up Skinny Isn’t Sunshine And Roses As Many Assume

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Most people think of country folks eating lots of meat and potatoes for most meals.  That is true to a degree.  My family served bacon, eggs, gravy, and biscuits for breakfast.  I had regular lunches as a child.  You know the norm…peanut butter and jelly, ham sandwiches, the occasional fast food joint.  Dinner we had tacos, steak, etc. Pinto beans, cornbread, and salmon patties were every Wednesday at my granny’s.  Sundays we had the full spread of chicken, ham, greens, potatoes, etc.   No matter what I ate or didn’t eat, I was a skinny kid.  Growing up skinny wasn’t all rainbows and unicorns.  It most certainly didn’t come without hurt feelings and wondering what was wrong with me and why so many made fun of my size.  

Growing Up Skinny And Dealing With Backhanded Comments

Kids were cruel.  They called me names such as chicken legs, Olive Oyl, and so many other rude things.  It was a daily chore ignoring all the little snide remarks made toward me.  Yes, many days I cried and wondered why these kids who called themselves my friends were so mean.

Luckily for me, I didn’t consider them as my friends. Yep, just tolerated them. Yeah, I didn’t like them too much.  They would say these things to me and then try to laugh it off by saying things like, “oh we’re just joking with you.  You’re pretty, but you are skinny, the wind will blow you away.”  That was a bit backhanded if you ask me.

During my youth, I wanted to gain weight.  I wanted to know why I had to be the skinny kid.  It just wasn’t cool.  My mom would tell me to be proud of my body.  My doctor always gave me a good bill of health, but I wasn’t happy with my body.  And no, it didn’t get better as I became a teen.  Oh, or did you think these were comments made during teen years?  Oh, honey, please, it got worse.  Heck, even as an adult I encounter some unpleasant remarks.

What I didn’t realize as a kid was that my skinniness wasn’t my problem, but it was their problem.  That tidbit of information didn’t sink in for many years to come.

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