Once upon a time…
not long ago, I was an ignorant hoe, and I’m admitting it! There have been few times when thinness took a seat on the backburner. an interested gentleman caller would prefer my curves to my size 10 and under counterparts. I’ll be frank, though, that in those rare moments of praise of my extra meaty bones, I’d be in awe of a man who trashed a straight-sized girls’ appearance.
“I hate women who are starvation skinny,” or “Girls like that, there ain’t nothing to grab” are common phrases that I reveled in once they reached my ears. I thought it impossible that there existed men who I, at the time, thought were so progressive, “desirable women” went beyond a size 14. Who would have ever thought skinny women were undesirable to a portion of the male species? Certainly not I as myself and similarly shaped women were the butt of almost every joke (because fat jokes take the least amount of effort to come off as humorous).
I cracked small cheshire cat smiles upon every guy who spat shit about skinnier women until I realized I wasn’t helping the problem at all. I condoned it.
Then it hit me—I shamed her thinness too
I was being a bitter ass bitch. Plain and simple. I’d been battered and beat down by snide comments and backhanded compliments. So much so apparently that the only way I could even take a compliment (a hard limit) was via a man’s ability to hate on skinny women in my presence. Take a note from my book: if he feels the need to shit on any woman’s appearance to put a smile on your face, he doesn’t actually know how to hit on girls…at all.
Although, it still pains me…
to admit I don’t always like standing up for the majority, I know I’ll feel better after educating a man that there’s no need to explain his personal qualms with skinny women as a means to consistently slide in my DMs. If he really wants all your juice and cankles, there won’t be any talk of Becky with thigh gap, hunny 😉