A Note To Skinny Girls



Dear Young Skinny Children of Elementary School,

Be nice to the awkward funny fat kid. If not, your life will be hell. If you think calling that plump little girl or boy some sort of disease, or feel like making fun of them to make you feel better about yourself, shut up, turn around and stop. Fat people are just like you, fat people have feelings too. Don’t sit there and make fun of an innocent little fat kid just because you want to feel better about yourself. Just because you’re having a terrible time at home, and you’re the outcast of your own family, doesn’t mean you need to take it to the playground and put it on someone else.

In elementary school, specifically grade two, I remember that shorter “friend”, who decided it would be nice to make “Helga**Germs” a trending topic around school. Are you serious you shrimp, just because you’re three feet tall, you’re going to take out your anger on the girl who’s ten times prettier than you’ll ever be? Look at you now,  and now look back at me… I’m happy, you’re in the same sad place you were years ago. Also, I would really appreciate it if you gave me back my play-doh you stole from my desk in grade 4. I know it was you, your eye does this wonky thing when you lie.

Skinny children everywhere, listen to my inspirational words. Don’t make fun of those fat awkward kids, they’re going to be your bosses in twenty years from now.


Getting there skinny girl


  1. coachdunavan · March 8, 2013

    I was, and still am a skinny girl, and by skinny I mean a toothpick, rail thin, spaghetti stick… My entire life I have been excessively underweight. I have no eating disorders or health issues, just wonky genes, which I am supposed to be thankful for. I was picked on and name called just as much as the overweight kids in my school, and often times, more, since the overweight kids would join in picking at me. The teachers would scold those that picked on the “fat kids” because it was mean. The teachers would join in with those that picked on me. No one ever stood up for me, the skinny girl, the girl that would cry because nothing ever fit right, especially bras and swim suits, the girl that would cry over the name calling that never stopped. The girl that never had anyone realize that, just because skinny is more widely acceptable socially than fat, it still hurt to hear mean words spoken. It wasn’t until I was nearly 30 that I finally had the courage to stand up for myself. An older lady that I was acquainted with was fussing and carrying on about my build, making a huge embarrassing scene that she and everyone else found humorous. About the third time she called me skinny I interrupted her and said, “Do I call you fat? No, I don’t, that would be unkind. So please, stop calling me skinny.” Of course, it had never occurred to her, or anyone else that was within earshot of our exchange, my perspective. No matter what our size or weight or age or color or circumstance, we all have feelings. I am not writing this to upset or anger you. I am merely sharing, being a skinny girl isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

    Good luck to you and your endeavors in the future. No matter your outward appearance, I am certain you have a big heart and that is ALL that matters. 🙂

    (PS. I am almost 40 and still end up crying every time I have to go bra or swim suit shopping. Thankfully, my daughters don’t understand.)

    • imjustpleasantlyplump · March 8, 2013

      We are people, we are all the same and have the same feelings when it comes to image issues. I was reminded today of how terrible I was treated ten years ago, and it inspired me to write this post to let kids in general know that bullying is not OK. Each Friday post is A Note To Skinny Girls… perhaps I was wrong in posting about this today, a lot of negative memories came to mind when I was writing this and I needed to express how I felt. Thank you for your story. I will be sure to share that!

  2. coachdunavan · March 9, 2013

    Not wrong at all! I was reminded of memories I had long since forgotten, things I can use to help my own tweenager with the bullying she is currently enduring. Which is why I was blog browsing. I saw the title and HAD to read. SO glad I did. Thank you for sharing!

  3. 220fatgirl.com · March 10, 2013

    So true. Children are meaner today than they were years ago. I have a child who with special needs is a husky boy. Damage control is an issue I deal with on a daily basis with bullying because of his weight. I’m a big girl, always have been. In elementary school being bullied was apart of life but nothing like today’s children.

  4. debbiesue180 · March 10, 2013

    Wow thanks for sharing. I too am a fat girl and am blogging all about it. Crazy that. I have a terrible story about being fat in elementary school. I still feel like crying just thinking about it. It was in 2nd grade. Our teacher had decided that each of us would be weighed in front of the class for everyone to see and hear. I was terrified!! I already knew I was the fattest girl in class. My one thigh was bigger then two of the girls thighs put together!!! I dreaded my turn to get on the scale and wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground. Then my name was called and I walked up to the front of the class slowly with my head bent down looking at my shoes. I stepped on the scale and the teacher said loud and clear 125 lbs (for a second grader, pretty big). And EVERYBODY laughed. I was the biggest kid in the whole class. Everybody laughed, and laughed, and I cried and cried…..it was terrible!!!! The teacher just told me to sit back down and didn’t do anything to try and make me feel better. I hated that day. I still hate that day.

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