my life, my pace

Are you an alcoholic? Oh, oops, sorry, I thought we were playing let’s-ask-random-people-we-just-met-super-personal-questions.

Yep, the other day, I met a random woman in the conference room on our floor. And she asked me if I was anorexic because I didn’t want to eat vegetables. I guess if you were to look up anorexia in her dictionary, the definition would be failure to eat vegetables. I’m used to people telling me that I’m too thin. As a matter of fact, one of my friends told me just that a couple of weeks ago. She used her doctorly tone of voice on me (she’s a new grad), so I knew that she wasn’t kidding. I think I’m too thin. But I’ve always been thin. I’m used to it. And I eat so much junk food that I’m surprised I’m still thin. But I’ve never had anyone ask me if I’m anorexic. Not even a doctor. Does thin = anorexic now? Thanks a lot, Nicole Richie. Has it become acceptable to ask people such things? Oh yeah, well, why yes, yes I am anorexic. I’m glad you noticed. It’s the in thing, you know. I guess I’m not really that offended, just a little taken aback. I’m sure people are always thinking that I’m anorexic when they see me. I just never had anyone ask before.

And really, I would love to be just a little meatier. Then I would finally fit my size XXS or 00 or petite XS clothes and not look like a little girl trying to play dress up in her mom’s clothes. It would probably also help with the whole getting taken seriously thing. And maybe, then everybody and their mom would stop telling me to eat more. Because I eat a lot! The ironic thing is that I’ve been trying to be healthier by cutting out my one-a-day soda and five-servings-a-day chips. Maybe I lost weight because of my efforts because my clothes fit even worse now than they did before and I got asked if I’m anorexic. Sorry, I just can’t help it that I’m skinny. Just like some people can’t help being fat. So please don’t judge me or presume that I have an eating disorder.

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