I’m a 17 year old boy.
I used to be made fun of all the time for being thin.
I wasn’t remarkably thin or frail.
My weight was optimal;
I wasn’t a pound overweight or underweight.

It wasn’t just society that made fun of my body.
I was made fun of at home, too, unfortunately.
It’s all because my entire family is overweight,
And I’m the only one who’s thin.
What’s worse is that they were all trying to lose weight.

I used to be called “thin boy” all the time.
“You eat too much, and it doesn’t show!”
“Just a little bit of wind could send you flying.”
But I never flew away or anything.

I don’t think changing one’s body is an accomplishment.
The real accomplishment is loving yourself,
Your body, how you look, and every single detail about yourself.

How do you think that happened?
At some point my sister started getting upset and sad.
She got really angry over the comments made about her body at home,
Because she’s overweight.
Even though she’s not overweight to the extent of being made fun of.
She’s my sunshine and everything to me.
But hold on a second,
They’re making fun of her for being overweight?
Is this some kind of joke?

I realised that the problem is not with me or with my sister.
It’s not about our bodies or how we look.
The problem is that we’re a family that’s notorious for being bullies.
Nothing makes us happy.
That’s when I learned to start loving myself.
I learned to start loving my body,
Down to every single detail.
I don’t have to be perfect, not at all.
And not everyone has to like me.

When someone comments on my body,
Or how I look, or anything about me,
I respond by saying,
“What matters is that I’m comfortable.”
In a tone that implicitly says,
“Mind your own business, asshole!”

I want to have an athletic body, and go to the gym,
And look after my figure, and so on and so forth.
But I’m not able to do so currently.
I don’t hate my body,
I love me because I deserve to be loved.