To naturally skinny girls-
What’s it like to not feel your legs so much as whisper together when you walk?
What’s it like to not be afraid of your shirt creeping up a little when you move around?
What’s it like to wear fitted jeans and not have bands of fat pop out of the top?
What’s it like to take pictures of your cute new fishnets and not feel shame at your lack of a thigh gap?
What’s it like to be skinny enough that your stretch marks are endearing instead of disgusting?
What’s it like to sit down without strategically folding your stomach into your pants waistband?
What’s it like to lounge around without surreptitiously checking out how big your legs are ballooning out?
What’s it like to smile at the number on the scale every time you randomly decide to step on it?
What’s it like to eat a slice of pizza without calculating numbers and wondering how much will go to your thighs?
What’s it like to see a toothbrush without feeling it ghosting against the back of your throat, the cold tile hard at your knees and the toilet gripped in your hands?
What’s it like to not worry about how fat your face looks and not have to worry about contouring it to death?
What’s it like to appreciate your body in the mirror?
What’s it like to pull your hair into a ponytail and not care about how ridiculous and fat it makes your face look?
What’s it like to have nice skinny-girl tits and not have to wear a bra?
What’s it like for your binder to actually work?
What’s it like to wear rings on your fingers without noticing how pudgy they are?
What’s it like to stretch and see your ribs in the mirror?
What’s it like to wear a crop top or shorts and be completely comfortable with what other people see?
What’s it like to receive piggy back rides without the comments on how fat you are?
What’s it like?
What’s it like?
