Can we talk about this? I think it’s about time.

When I was growing up, everybody wanted to be skinny. And that was a problem.

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I remember when telling a girl she had a big butt was an insult. When every woman in the celebrity world was either on a diet or an anorexic. When my mother forced more Ragu-coated pasta (which I’ve never been a fan of) onto my plate because “there’ll be no anorexics in my house!”

I was, I wanna say, in grade five when that happened. More or less ten, eleven years old, tops.

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It was a thing. A very big thing.

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Now, back then I was one of the “lucky” ones. Frankly, I couldn’t gain weight if I tried. I was, and still am- weighing 112 lbs and eating like a 180 lb man- one of those girls all the other girls claimed to “hate”: the one whose metabolism did all the heavy lifting. So I didn’t really have a problem.

Have girls ever asked me, “How are you so skinny???” Yes they have, and no, not primarily in high school either.

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I remember when being skinny was a thing. A very big thing. The chubby girls weren’t seen as desirable, and put as a bad option on a MASH chart game along with 1000000000000 babies and a toilet on wheels (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, you done missed out on life).  I remember when every magazine was filled with weight-loss tips and tricks, and the miracle pill that evaporated fat was broadcasted during commercial breaks (the one I’m remembering in particular was circa the eighth grade, so a fairly recent 2009).

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I remember when none of the little boys wanted the big girls.

And when we all grew up, they fought back.

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For the past three years or so, especially ever since I got twitter, this has been all I see. All everyone sees. It was easier for me to find pictures like that than it was for me to find the ones of girls trying to be skinny.

What happened to being a “lucky” one?

All the skinny girls are looking at each other asking what went wrong? When did the odds change out of their favour?

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What matters isn’t the very obvious fact that more vivacious women are taking the stand to love their bodies and be proud of it. That’s the beautiful part of all this. What matters, and what I think we as a SOCIETY NEED to talk about, is what are we doing now?? Are the girls binge-eating to get that bootylicious backside any more healthy than the ones who used to be doing the opposite?

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I’m a lizard!(According to this cartoon). Skinny girls have become lizards. We aren’t “REAL”, that’s apparent. Now we’re the ones being told we’re undesirable. When did this happen?

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Whether you have mole hills or Mount Kilimanjaro on your chest, there is a man out there who will love you. Whether your butt makes an appearance five minutes after the rest of you or you can use it to roll pastry dough on, someone is gonna be grateful to have you on their arm.

That is not an opinion. That is a fact.

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There is something to be said about how this all came full circle. “Thick” girls shouldn’t be any more blamed than the “thin” ones of yesterday. And it is a beautiful, beautiful thing when an entire group of women recognize their worth and exercise that empowerment. Big IS beautiful!

But that doesn’t mean small doesn’t have to be.

Or anything and everything else in between.

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That, ladies, is empowerment. That is beauty. THAT is something to be desired.

Meghan Marie

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