Stop the Skinny Shaming Already

Go ahead, be proud of that ass.  God knows I’m as likely to look at it as the next guy, but is “fuck the skinny bitches in the club” really necessary!?  Us “skinny bitches” get so much shit for being something we cannot help.  There are so many taboo and politically incorrect subjects and the list just keeps growing.  How is skinny shaming ok!?  More than ok actually, it’s applauded as a empowerment movement.  Embrace those curves for all I care, but if you feel like you need to step on me to get a leg up, you’re putting yourself down.  
Two popular songs right now: Meghan Trianor’s “All About That Bass” and Nickii Minaj’s “Anaconda.”  I’m not comparing them or even insinuating that they’re in the same league – but they have one common message and both use the phrase “skinny bitches.”  I have never struggled with weight.  I’ve always been blessed with the ability to eat as much fattening foods as I want, exercise via sleep, and not gain an ounce.  For that, I’m grateful.  I hate it when people whine about being fat or looking fat, not because I hate the fat but because I hate the complaints.  We all have issues with our image no matter how attractive we are because we are drilled to think that there’s always room for superficial improvement.  
In many places in Asia I am considered too fat, too tall, and too tan to be even close to attractive.  And that feeling sucks.  I remember walking around in Hong Kong finding it hard to make eye contact with department store sales people because I felt pity oozing from their pores.  THEY pitied ME.  But never in a million years would I want to be them.  Being told by complete strangers “I HOPE YOU GET FAT” just because I’m eating a donut is harassment.  There were several situations where it was my turn to cross the street but was cut off by a driver yelling “DON’T THINK YOU’RE A PRINCESS JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE SKINNY!”  I mean… what!?  I need to be extra careful about the things I say and do when I’m in certain situations because I don’t want to be misunderstood or to offend.  That’s not fair.  Being told “you’re so lucky you’re SKINNY” tears at me because “skinny” should never be the goal.  There is no medical, tangible definition of “skinny.”  Aim to be fit or healthy.  But the worst is when an overweight person tells me “you’ll never understand” while drinking soda or eating something unhealthy.  How dare you lecture me when you’re doing this to yourself?  Especially when you won’t walk the 3 blocks to get your soda in the first place? Stop hating and just do.  Don’t just sit back on your fat ass (HA!).
The feeling of shame is structured by society, but self-imposed.   Certain magazines and media outlets may portray the “perfect woman” as an impossibly skinny, long-legged creature, but there’s also this other side of media that tells me I can’t be a “real woman” if I don’t have that “boom boom” (I don’t know what to pull from Minaj’s “Anaconda” since I don’t understand half of her lyrics).  When I was in fifth grade a bully told me I looked anorexic.  After Googling what that actually meant, I felt sickened.  Did I look like THAT to other people?  Was there something wrong with me?  I started binge eating but it made no difference.  I’m simply born this way.  Curves or no, I fucking love my body.  Everyone should be proud of who and what they are.  If you aren’t, then you’re doing something wrong.  But just because you have to work harder to even the playing field in one area, doesn’t mean you can use it as your crutch.  For the record Nicki, I got a real nice ass!