What gets on my nerves the worst? Arrogant assholes.

I get asked what my size is allllllll the time. And they always ask me how I'm small too. I'm not active and I eat a shit ton of junk, smoke, and occasionally drink but I strangely don't gain any weight from it. So I really don't know why I'm skinny I'm guessing maybe genetics? My mom is like 80 lbs and wears a double zero. I weight like 110 at the max and wear size 1. I want to exercise just to be healthy but I'd never stick to it. And I think If I ever started to gain weight that wouldn't come off with diet and exercise I'd go straight to lipo. Some people may think plastic surgery is drastic..but I don't think a little lipo would hurt. But looks are like a hobby to me almost. I love putting on my make up everyday and doing my hair and such.

Oh, tee-hee, did ya read my post which is a dose of reality?

Sorry, not trying to be mean. But ....................... at your age, I was 5'6" and weighed 105.

Yeah. For me eating healthy isn't to stay skinny, it's to gain weight. You've really gotta be careful about that stuff. *venting* I weighed 120 lbs in grade 8 at 5'2" and felt chubby so I sorta stopped eating and started over exercising once I was in high school. I would throw out my breakfast when no one was looking, drink a pop for lunch to keep enough energy to last me until supper time, then have a big meal. I was on the dance team and improv. team and I had to be in front of the whole school so I always worked out and rarely ate, especially in public. I felt guilty for eating food. By the end of grade 9 I was 5'3" and weighed 87 lbs. Ended up passing out in gym class once and had to have a teacher watch me eat lunch after that which was humiliating.

Now I say I eat healthy so that I can maintain a steady weight between 105-110 lbs. I was so proud of myself over the summer because I felt really okay with myself and finally figured out guys aren't gonna think I'm ugly for having curves. (It's rather the opposite.) I put up posters of pinups in my room to remind me of that and got my weight up to 115lbs. Then I got the flu and stopped eating for a bit when I got fired and lost 10lbs in 2 weeks. I also have an irregular heart beat sometimes from losing so much weight.

Back up to almost 110 now though :D Moral of the story is don't go crazy to be skinny. Uber-skinny leads to heart problems.

I updated my previous post, please read it. You are totally correct, people that are obsessed with being too skinny are a danger to themselves. You will most likely gain weight as you grow older. Don't destroy youself trying to fight it. Live a healthy active life and try to eat right, beyond that, if you're not skinny enough for society's fucked up opinions, so what. Be healthy!

And when I was in my early 20's I had to eat to try to gain weight. It's not going to last ladies.

sorry didn't see that, damn last post of the page misses.

I know I won't be skinny forever. My mom was my size when she was my age so I know what I have to look forward to. haha. Anyway, it's not even the media or society that makes me want to be thin, it's just in my head. I look at big girls and am jealous as hell. There's this girl at my school who's big but she rocks it. She has curves, something I am just starting to have and appreciate. Sorry I'm bad at explaining: I think curves are nice but when I see them on me my instinct is that they shouldn't be there.

I didn't mean to be rude about saying I don't like overweight people, but I just don't like when people complain about how they are overweight but keep the habits that are killing them. I just think that if you're gonna complain, you should try to fix the problem first?

The only thing I have to say that is good about getting older and gaining weight is that I finally have boobs. :) I never had them when I was skinny. :p

well that's awesome that you're healthy now and trying to maintain. I went through a bit of depression when I was about 15/16 and lost all appetite so I would go days without eating more than some soda crackers. It seems so crazy to me now and I'm ashamed of all of the bad things I did to myself back then. I was a cutter and a loner. I cried on a daily basis. My dad caught me and intervened I had to go to a group therapy or be placed in a ward. They said I had major depression and dysthymic disorder. I was put on anti depressants which didn't work and the therapy only caused more problems with me and my family and I felt like I was being brainwashed. I got into some more trouble and then I moved out and back into my moms house which was even more drama due to the environment and underlying issues. I left there and went to my aunts and then I moved on my own. Couldn't afford it so I moved back. Now I'm on my own again. I feel fine. I still have emotional break downs but I'm not stupid. I don't hurt myself but I do think I have anger problems resulting from build up from all of my baggage. My poor boyfriend has to put up with my rampages. My life has always had some kind of drama awaiting. But I don't think much people would appreciate me posting my whole life story so I guess I should end here.

Yah, you may be labeled a whiner, unfortunately, or some guys that want to get in your pants may pretend to care. But for whatever it's worth, I can relate. I've dealt with depression pretty much all my life. Try to keep in mind what is really important. The people that love you are the ones that count, the ones that really love you, not the superficial ones.

When a baby craps his diapers in front of me in a grocery checkout line.

Laying out by the pool when a faint intermittent smell of dog shit passes by with the warm breeze.