It was a compliment, once
Instilled in me since primary school
Always the small one.
Always the one who would shock parents, teachers, students alike on how much I eat.
Flattering, it once was.
I was proud, but what was there to be proud about?
I didn’t try to be petite.
Aged 5, I wasn’t worried about the size of my thighs, the size of my stomach, the size of my arms,
But aged 15 I was.
Whenever I’d wear anything that wasn’t skinny jeans and a t-shirt, comments flowed from ear to ear
Echoes of, “Wow, look at your stomach! I’m so jealous”
“You are so lucky!” people would say
I was 15.
I was not lucky
These comments stuck
When being petite has been your defining characteristic since childhood,
How do you react when your body starts to change?
But it didn’t feel so natural.
I was the small one.
So I thought I needed to remain the small one.
I thought I liked being petite.
This wasn’t me, though; it was society
Stop using petiteness as a defining physical characteristic in children
It’s not flattering