Stretch marks

That shit sucks.

Growing up I didn’t have growth spurts, but one continuous, still barely hanging on, growth spurt. I don’t mind being tall, however it has its disadvantages.

Beginning with the endless jokes that get repeated at you. I say jokes kindly. About 1 in 1000000000 of these “phrases” thrown my way happens to be a good, original joke. Heres just a few.

“Did your mum put you in a grow bag?”

This one is the most common. It might of been funny in the fifties but please, stop.

“I bet your good at basketball.”

This is just an assumption. And one that is not true, unfortunately. Just because you believe you can fly, doesn’t mean you should.

“Do you get a delayed reaction when you stub your toe?”

Okay this one I like. I have heard this same type of joke twice. Im 22 I have heard the rest hundreds of fucking times.

The second big disadvantage is door frames. Door frames and low ceilings have killed more of my brain cells than any amount of drugs or alcohol ever could. It is one the most painful things.

The next disadvantage is being a skinny, lanky boy man. I gain a stone you can’t tell. I gain three you see a small difference. The weight spreads out and it makes trying to get that summer body less of a hike and more of a mountain climb.

However the one big thing I hate about my body and its proportions isn’t really anything to do with it’s proportions. Stop thinking like that! For the record I am comfortable with, that department. The thing I hate if you didn’t guess by the title is fucking stretch marks.

Stretch marks suck. They are ugly. They appear really fast and take months if not years to fade. They never go away. Its awful. Growing up in around year 9 I noticed them. I noticed them whilst getting changed in P.E and one kid noticed too. He didn’t react well and neither did the rest of the room once he brought their attention to them.

I was scared I had no idea what they were. The changing room thought I had some disease. I decided to just get on with my day. When I got home I had forgot what happened. I woke up the next day. Hopped out of bed and my brother on the higher bunk seen them and shouted mum.

It was at this moment I learnt what stretch marks are.

I have more than most people, and to be honest I am still a little self conscious about them. However most have faded. So why are they back on my mind? I have been going to the gym for a month now. They are reappearing. My tissue paper skin is shredding again. I hate it. The gym is working for my health, but my body confidence is suffering. Its not plummeting, just going from my body sucks to my body is getting better but still sucks. I am body bipolar.

I just have to accept the cards I have been dealt.