Silly me, I forgot that my body is public domain because it happens to be thin. Of course it’s acceptable for strangers at my place of employment to comment sarcastically that I need to watch what I eat because I need to lose a few pounds. I’m not allowed to vent my frustration about the vanity sizing phenomenon and how it’s so difficult for me to find clothes and I should just “shut it”. Why yes, boss, it’s appropriate for you to call me “Skinny Mini” as you walk by and poke my side. My petite frame welcomes all comments including those uplifting “Oh my god, look at you, I hate you” remarks. It’s not a “humble brag” when I complain about Banana Republic not carrying clothes that fit me and requiring a size 0 dress to be altered. That is me voicing frustration at incurring added expense after purchasing an already expensive dress.
Because real women don’t look like this. Men like curves; dogs like bones. And lest we not forget the epidemic “when did this become more attractive than this?” plague that pockmarked my Facebook timeline.
I’ve made this rant before. I’ve been made to feel guilty about making this rant before. But I’m unapologetic about my petite body. Please note the slender wrist below my raised middle finger.



