In a world that just wants to be me.
At 100 pounds 5 feet tall. “Slim, thin, skinny.” Words used to describe me. Also “short” but this is not what this article is about. I watch people at the gym obsessively wanting to lose weight. To “look” like me. They wake up every day, go to the gym and try to lose that weight they believe eating just a piece of cake has given them. Yet here I am, wanting so desperately to gain weight. Muscle to be exact. I don’t want to look like skin and bones, which is what I see when I look in the mirror. I want muscle, nice lean arms and steal hard abs. I don’t want a thigh gap, I don’t want a low number on the scale. I want muscle, I want “meat” on my bones. I don’t want to look like a Victoria’s Secret model, I want to look like Ronda Rousey.