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I hate people who assume that it's okay to stare and make comments about the way I look. And no, I'm not referring to "wow, I love your outfit" or whatnot. I'm talking about random people who walk up to me or my sister and say, out of the blue, "You're so skinny! Don't you ever eat?"

Really? I'm skinny??? Oh good lord, I had never noticed this before! Thank you for pointing this out, and thank you for suggesting I'm anorexic in front of sixty other people!

Okay, let me provide some info here before people start to question my sanity. I have a milder case of the Marfan syndrome, or at least "a related disorder" that they've yet to name. Basically this means that I was born with a crazy genetic defect that makes me tall and unusually thin. It's almost impossible to gain or lose a significant amount of weight.

It causes a lot of other more serious problems, like retina detachment and spontaneous collapsing and shredding of the lungs and heart tissues, but height, weight and nearsightedness are some of the only outwardly visible problems.

Anyway. Yeah, I know you're gonna say that I shouldn't complain about being skinny. And I'm NOT-- I don't mind it at all; it means I can eat whatever the hell I want. That's pretty badass.

The problem is that people stare because they think A) I'm a freak or B) I'm anorexic. I've had people I've never met come up and lecture me about how I'm setting a bad example for young girls. I've had social workers ask if my parents needed help buying food. I've had people staring at me when they think I'm not looking, and point and whisper amongst themselves. I've had an ER nurse, of all people, ask me if I'd like to talk with an eating disorder counselor. I'M NOT THAT SKINNY, PEOPLE. And dealing with that for 23 years gets really old really fast. So I get kinda oversensitive when people make even little comments, like "Wow, you're skinny! I wish I was skinny as you!" But I'm usually too uncomfortable and/or polite to say anything. But it really bugs me that people automatically assume I'm anorexic. It's not that I dislike how I look. I'm fine with it. I just don't like being stared at.



Oh, and I hate when game store employees act shocked that I want to buy games like the original Half Life. Yes, I'm a girl. Yes, I'm buying the game for myself. Yes, I'm aware it involves shooting zombie aliens and has nothing to do with princesses, cooking, or raising puppies. Yes, I know it's old. Gimmie the damn game.


EDIT- Aaaand now the google ads are offering me anorexia counseling. Thank you google. XD