Hello Lovelies, I was so excited when I opened my lonely little inbox and found this email waiting for me. Now we can have a “Curvy Conversation”!
CeCe,
I have been lurking on your blog for a while, and I enjoy your writing, and your honesty and sense of fun. I totally envy you shopping in NY (I live in very rural Canada). I can relate to much of what you write, but not as a PSP. I was a super skinny girl growing up, remain pretty small now, and I have experienced much of the same ‘passing over’ because I was so skinny (you see, no curves at all are just as unpopular to most boys).
But I have to disagree with your statement on your recent post that skinny chicks can just throw on jeans and a t-shirt and look great. If by great, you mean skinny, then maybe I can give you that point. But, for many of us skinny folks much work is needed to look good/great, too.
I can’t leave the house without makeup and hair done without people asking if I’m OK. If I wear the wrong clothes, then I look either anorexic, or like I’m a little girl dressed up in my mom’s clothes (ack!), or all sorts of other not so pleasing images that I don’t care to picture again.
There are the model types (and we all hate/love them together, trust me) that look good in anything, and everything, and appear to pull off great looks without effort. But I don’t know many people like that. (Thank goodness for my self esteem!)
I guess, I just wanted to remind you that there are ignorant people out there that discriminate about all manner of things (no curves, fat, too short, too tall, pimples, red-heads, etc…). And I am not saying that all discrimination and hurt is equal, because only we know the extent of hurt that we have felt.
The best we can do is respect what others feel, and how they want to be treated. And I guess I am a bit sensitive, because skinny does not automatically equate to pretty, or well dressed, or attractive. Skinny gets it’s fair share of ugly, too.
– Joy (Canada)
Hi Joy,
Your letter is so eloquent that I really don’t have much to add!
My ex-boyfriend was 6'10". No matter where we were or how we dressed it was as if the circus was in town. "How tall ARE you? Did you play basketball? What's the weather like up there? Watch out for low-flying planes!" Yuk yuk yuk. Or should I say "yuck yuck yuck"? In the end, we're all a little goofy looking.