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Being Thin Isn’t All it’s Cracked Up to Be, Teen Says

New York (female) — Every girl I know wants to lose weight, but at £ 98 no one wants to exchange places with me. I’m not anorexia or too short, but the thyroid gland that causes Graves’ disease, unexpected weight loss, uneven mood, irregular menstruation, hair loss, irregular heartbeat, hyperactivity, hunger, malaise, etc. I have hyperactivity. The list is crazy, but the long story is short, it’s painful to have.

I was first diagnosed with hyperthyroidism in grade 4 before getting into the female-friendly spirit of “accepting myself” on social media. If I could find happiness with hashtags I would have been, but instead she was called “fat” because she wore crop tops and shorts when she was a little chubby I had to see one of my best friends. And another friend is called “Big Breasts Bimbo” because he has a 7th grade C cup. The kids are terrible.

People have always told me that as I get older, it’s good to be thin because it’s more “desirable” than other methods. But I didn’t feel that way. I looked like a skeleton. Even my sister called me a “Holocaust survivor.” She remembers going to McDonald’s and Domino to gain weight, but lost more instead. Everything I ate seemed to be fine and I had a hard time keeping an eye on it at school.

Not being able to put on weight was the worst part of Graves, but it wasn’t the only thing I hated about it. I didn’t like the way it reached my head. Once or twice a week, I looked at myself in the mirror and pointed out all the flaws. Chicken legs, arms that looked like skeletons instead of flesh, shoulders of a man with bones, how frail and sick I looked, how pale I was, my huge eyes, and I breathed air It was even the way I could clearly see my ribs at that time. I searched online where I was offering plastic surgery to repair the “ugly” eyes and nose I had. I tried to find a way to gain weight by eating more than it was safe for me, but it only caused criticism from my mother and more acne on my face.

Due to my size, I couldn’t build a relationship with my peers. My girlfriend talked about being fat and hating what they look like. I didn’t understand. Everyone else seemed to me normal weight. It was me who looked strange. And it’s not like my classmates made me forget it.

When I was in middle school, my grade twin boys disabled their Facebook accounts after they started harassing them online. There were also a lot of stupid comments (like comments from many kids I hadn’t met before calling me a “bitch”). Despite trying to avoid comments, it came from one of the twins that caught my eye. He called me “anorexia nervosa”. That’s why I collapsed. I realized how people were looking at me because of my weight. I wasn’t the only one to judge my weight rigorously. It has been seen by so many people. They didn’t know that the reason I was thin was not because of my choice, but because of my illness.

It took four years to realize that these kids were just bullies. I was angry at making people think I was disgusted with having something I couldn’t control. I remember telling a friend about this a few years later. She asked, “Then why didn’t you say anything?” I was silent for a while, and it came to me: why is my bully worthy of explanation from me? My size shouldn’t bother anyone.

I admit it’s difficult to understand this, but unless my doctor is worried, I’m trying to remember that I’m as healthy as I can. It’s hard to live this way in a world that praises a girl for her thinness and is ashamed of her illness, but if you spend time worrying about what others say, you will not be able to live your life. And that’s the level of defeat I don’t accept.

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Written by Fem Society

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