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Skinny Shaming

Ok, so i’m not trying to get you to pity me, but I felt the need to address this. I’m a size 0-2 (depends on the store), and I weigh less than 100 pounds. I eat what I want, exercise regularly, participate in PE, and my doctors say I am at a healthy weight for my height (i’m barely 5 feet). I constantly get called anorexic behind my back, when in reality I am very healthy. I eat veggies, fruit, protein, all that good stuff. But I also eat cakes, cookies, snickers, candies, ice cream, etc. And no, I do not throw it all up. It’s just the way I am, I was born with this body type. But something I’ve been noticing on Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter, and in real life, is that when people are trying to defend and comfort someone more curvy,  often times we just insult people who are slim. Sometimes that evolves into stereotyping people who are slim to be anorexic, ugly, and just disgusting. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have absolutely nothing against people with curves. I think everyone is beautiful, but this just pisses me off so much. I mean, I’m starting to feel bad about being slim! What I want everyone reading this to remember is that

not all slim people have an eating disorder

never insult another group of people to defend another

except all body types

there is such a thing as skinny shaming, and it needs to stop

-Kate (christmasinajar)

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So I purchased these leg huggin’ babies today

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am I surprised? no am I still upset? yes

“Hey man, take my picture!”

“I can’t do it. It’s too dark.”

“Yeah, we need some light. Let’s go over there.”

“Are you homeless?”

“Yes, I am.”

“How long have you been homeless?”

“15 years. I’ve been in Boston 8 months. Before that I was in Washington, Virginia, New York, Philadelphia, Louisiana, Florida…”

“Why didn’t you stay in Florida? It’s so much warmer.”

“I wanted to see my family. But they don’t want to see me. They don’t understand depression. They treat me like dirt. Homeless people treat me better than my family.”

“And what happened 15 years ago? How did you end up on the streets?”

“I tried to burn myself twice. I had 30 surgeries. I was dead two times, but God brought me back. I don’t know why.”

“And why did you do it?”

“I was depressed. Why you crying?”

“Because you are a beautiful person, and my family is really messed up, and I’ve been very depressed. I think I can understand you.”

“Yes, I am a good person. And when you take people’s pictures, don’t disrespect them.”

“No, man, I won’t. I like people. That’s why I take their pictures.”

“And when you make your portfolio, don’t denigrate people. Let the pictures speak for themselves.”

“I will. Are you safe on the streets?”

“Yes, I am…And now I have $8 to buy me some food.”

“That’s all I have. Next time I see you, I will give you more.”

“No, man. It ain’t all about money. Give me a hug. And next time you see me, give me a hug again. And thanks for taking my picture.”