I am a skinny bitch. I mean let’s call it like it is. I’m the chick you give the evil eye to when you’re at the gym (if, let’s say, I still had my gym membership). I’m the girl whose friends call her skinny bitch to her face and think nothing of it. I’ve always kept my mouth shut about being thin. Apologizing, without knowing , for the way I look. I avert my eyes when someone speaks about weight feeling as if I should take blame for someone else’s battles with their body. That’s about to end.