I am Jane.
20 years old.
38 Kgs.
Yeah, this is my identity. Who cares about what I do? Or what I am good at? What are my hobbies? No one cares.
I sit there on the dining table with a laptop in front of me instead of the dinner plate. And I type "Tips to gain weight naturally" on the search space. The results keep on loading when my Dad speaks up -
"This is why you are skinny. You got to eat nutrients. Why are you even doing this at the time of dinner?"
I give a disapproving look but he ignores.
"I am talking to you." He says rather harshly.
"Dinner is not ready yet, Dad." I say without looking at him, opening a website which has an article published on it called "10 ways to gain weight naturally."
"Look at you. You are 20 Jane. I can see your bones. I can count them almost. You don't even look like you go to college. You look hideous."
I do not reply to that. My heart breaks for the millionth time. I slowly close my laptop screen and keep it aside. I get up to go to my bedroom to shed more tears of shame when Dad says again -
"You are not having your dinner now, eh? I care about you."
"You don't." I say.
"Learn to talk Jane. Is this how you talk to your Dad?" My mom interrupts.
"What did I even say? How will you feel if everyone just keeps on talking about how fat you are Mum?"
Mum shuts up and I rush to my bedroom to lock myself in and cry again.
Dad refused to speak to me for 2 days. But I was the one who was really hurt.
Stop skinny shaming. It is as worse as fat shaming.
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