Growing up, I didn’t think twice about my body or how I looked, it was just how I was. But early twenties, people started commenting on my body more and more. People close to me, sometimes strangers on the street. A few anorexic comparisons aside, mostly positive. “You are so slim!” “Look at your beautiful figure!” “You can wear anything” “You are a size 40 (10)?! Nooo, you’re kidding!” .
And you probably think I’m a big crybaby now, but I feel like being judged by those comments. Even though everyone means well. I’m too thin for my length and actually rather have some ‘body’, but it’s just how I’m built.
Most of the time I’m perfectly fine with how I look (except for my bad skin), but I can get insecure because of what people say. I just happen to look like this, I don’t strive for it. I feel weird now saying I don’t want compliments on my body, but there’s a difference between saying someone looks beautiful and commenting on someones size.
It makes me feel like the most interesting thing about me is my figure. And that it’s wrong to want to gain weight. But those magazine photos are not my beauty standards. Feeling healthy and happy is. #35mm