Stop “Complimenting” My Body

Is it unusual that I can pinpoint the exact moment when I REALLY started to notice my body for the first time? 

It all started the summer before 10th grade. I was going on vacation to visit my grandparents. The first thing my grandpa did when he saw me was give me a big hug and tell me how skinny I was. He probably thought this “compliment” just filled me up with joy. No…it didn’t…it just caused me to lose a few minor things: my confidence, my ability to eat, etc. No biggie! That “compliment” made me well aware of my body in a way I had never been before. Since then, my life has been filled with laxatives and therapists. But hey, at least my grandpa thinks I’m skinny right? Here are some do’s and don’t’s when dealing with a teenage girl who hates her body (aka almost everyone):

• Parents: DO burn those f******g laxatives. DON’T comment on what or how your teenager is eating (trust me she will hate you for it).

• Friends: DO be there for her to talk about it (even if you can’t relate). DON’T comment “bod” on her Instagram posts (because honestly, that helps no one). 

• Grandparents: DON’T mention your grandaughter’s body unless, of course, you want her to have body dysmorphia. 

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Beauty standards are so confusing because some people tell me I need to eat more so I can get an “a**” and at the same time, other people are “complimenting” my body for how thin it is (of course this is due to skipping meals and laxatives). So, I’m just over here getting mixed messages. It is actually impossible to please everyone. I know that no matter how skinny I try to be, I’m never going to have THE perfect body because I have small-ass boobs and practically no butt. My sister says that I’m not attractive because I have the body of a 10-year-old. If this is true, then what the hell does she want me to do…get a BBL and breast implants?  

The moral of the story is don’t talk about people’s bodies. Good or bad, just don’t do it. Don’t compliment them on what they have because that will just make them hyper-aware of it, and, obviously, don’t tell them what they are missing because there is nothing they can fucking do to change that. I’m sorry, but being a teenage girl sucks. But, whatever I’ll just go back to gossiping and talking about boys and pretending that I totally love my body because that’s what I’m supposed to do right?