Skinny Isn't Everything I've always been skinny. Or well,

Skinny Isn't Everything
 

I've always been skinny. Or well, skin and bones at least. When I was younger it was a lot worse. I would actually get hand-me-downs from my younger brother at some point. I was so pale, that when I was a flower girl in my cousin's wedding I basically matched the white dress. my worst memory was in third or fourth grade during Sunday Church School. We were practicing lining up for some performance, whether we were singing or what. There was one kid behind me, who was a little on the slower side from what I remember. While we were waiting, he said "Woah, I can see all your backbones!" And he literally began to count them all. Out koud, poking each one. At the time I think I was more freaked out that my training bra was also noticeable with all my bones, but everytime I think back to it, I get chills. The fact that anyone thinks this is beautiful, when for me it was a result of sickness and pain, always baffled me. I've had a chronic illness since I was eight, and I literally just began gaining drastic amounts of weight this past spring. Everything else just came with height or age. Hearing that I now look "healthy" is probably the best thing ever. So don't starve yourself. Don't force yourself to diet or puke. Your body is your body, and you are PERFECT the way you are. I even began to love myself even though I thought my body was disgusting. So don't look at Victoria's Secret models. That's not you. You are you. Keep it that way ♥