"You look like you've lost weight," she says as I pull the sweater over my head.

Yeah, I'm skinny. It's not like it's new news to anyone that has known me for a while I've never been overweight and I never plan to be. I have been slim since I was little, so who those who think I have eating problems or whatever, go look at my childhood pictures. I'm conscious of what I eat, but not to the extent where I actually care that much. I don't see the point in being overweight if I can help it. Why would I want to cause myself more discomfort than I already have.

People come in different shapes and sizes. Everyone knows that nobody is exactly the same. Tell, short, skinny, fat, whatever. You don't have to be a genius to know that people are judged by the way they looked and are given priority because of it. We see it everyday. We have all gotten jealous over your latest crush ogling over eye candy. I really don't know why I'm talking about this. I looked in the mirror and remembered something that my sister said to me when she came back from vacation.

People say that I'm lucky and yeah, in some sort of ways I am, but I'm just me. I really wish people would stop commenting on it some days. Maybe I'm ungrateful and I probably am. I'm not having a great day.

So, to all those people who are complaining about their weight. You are you. People can take you for what you are or judge you. Who cares.