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It Goes Both Ways...

November 14, 2009
By Jessievangee GOLD, Burlington, Massachusetts
Jessievangee GOLD, Burlington, Massachusetts
10 articles 8 photos 5 comments

I searched the racks in vain. “9, 12, 6, 6, 8, 4, 7, 9, 6, 6, 2, Closer…9, 10, 1. Finally!” I grabbed my spoils and rushed to the changing room to try on the new pair of jeans I found. Dark and flare cut, they weren’t the multicolored, skin tight skinny jeans popular at school, but they fit and made me appear taller. Happy, I almost skipped out of the changing room, until I overheard a conversation between two girls my age or a little older. They included some not nice words in their comments about those “[idiot] size 2 girls who were obviously [brain dead] and showed off their [bodies] to anyone who would look their way and didn’t care that they were [airheads].” They looked over at me and gave me that “that means you” death glare that everyone has experienced at least once. Turning quickly, I instinctively wrapped my arms tightly around my chest and felt the prickle of tears in my eyes. My mom looked at me, worried, but I said nothing.

Later that night I sat on my bed swirling with thoughts and feelings about earlier that afternoon. I scribbled hastily in my journal a few thoughts. “Was I what those girls said I was?” I shook my head quickly. "They don’t know me. I am not anything like what they were saying. I am strong, intelligent, and beautiful inside and that is what I want to show the world." Who was I kidding? The world saw what it expected, and what it expected was vicious, cruel and untrue.

I am 5’2’’ and weigh 105 pounds, “just perfect” according to my doctor. I have untamable curly, long, chocolate brown hair that my friends would love to straighten (just to prove it can be done), olive skin tone, smiling dark brown eyes and ample curves that come from being Puerto Rican. I am not the typical measure of beauty for suburbia, Massachusetts, and never expect to be. I have no need, and had never wanted to be typical before that moment. Over the years I have heard many nasty comments about me, my body, and my ethnicity and have usually been able to shrug them off. "You are unique, special, intelligent and beautiful and nothing those people say about me will change that," I would tell myself, and I believed it. But over the years, my confidence wore down. I was the first of my friends to go through puberty, and like many early bloomers, became ashamed of my new curves. The words started to stick. Years of stupid boys sniggering and making suggestive comments will do that to you. So, I hid myself away, hiding beneath large sweatshirts and acting invisible so the boys couldn’t say anything. Then, when the other girls caught up, they stared as well, but with envy, desiring the attention the boys were giving me. "You can have it!" I wanted to scream, "I don’t want them to look at me that way! You can take it!" After that day at the store, I simply gave up. Guys were stupid and girls were vipers, wanting to strike at any “imperfection” they discovered to lift themselves up to seek attention from the stupid boys. A vicious cycle with me stuck in the middle. "I am intelligent, beautiful and unique and no one can change that." The words now had a sour taste in my mouth. "But no one else knows."

I am not a stereotypical girl. No one is. Although I am a size 2 right now, I don’t dress promiscuously. No overly tight jeans, low v necks, no skintight and translucent shirts and skirts that leave little to the imagination. That may come as a shock to some people, but I don’t go along with what the world thinks I should look like or dress like. I respect myself and my body more than that. Last year, I had my quinceanera, the coming of age ceremony for 15 year old girls in many Latin American cultures. My mom and I searched for a dress and found one perfect for me. Blue, with intricate beading, it was my perfect dress. My little cousin looked as if she had met a real life princess. Not a tower princess, waiting for some prince to come and save her, but one who could stand up for herself, be proud of herself and love herself just the way she is. I want to be that girl.

I believe that every girl is beautiful in her own way. I believe that every girl is special and can make a difference in the world. What’s outside is not what matters; it’s on the inside that counts. However, I have heard many girls say mean things to try to make themselves feel better. They become like the two girls at the store, hurting someone they had no right to say anything to. They say that they don’t want to be small because when you do you look “anorexic” to cover up their own insecurities and jealousy. Sometimes they go farther than that. Words sting. No matter on what side of the scale you are on, no one deserves to be discriminated against, for being a size 0 or a size 12. Be comfortable with who you are, but be aware that you can’t change, or have the right to change, anyone else. The hurt of stereotypes and careless words goes both ways.

The author's comments:
This is a response to some of the articles I've read in which smaller girls are looked down upon and called "anorexic" which is unfair, and often untrue.

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This article has 8 comments.

bethrose said...
on Jul. 23 2013 at 12:46 am
I understand how you feel. All of my roommates are like the girls in the dressing rooms (these are two years of roommates, I'm a sopmore) saying how they hate me and are jealous of my body. I tend to buy bigger clothes for jeans because I don't like my jeans to be skin tight. Girls in general are like "You could be so much prettier and get more guys if you wore tighter jeans."  Well, I don't want to flaunt my body like that, no offense to other girls. I was raised differently than that and I made a promise to myself no more short shorts anymore. I'm in college so many girls dress differently than me and give me crap for it. I thought we would past this as girls in college.

TheDuck GOLD said...
on Feb. 3 2011 at 2:24 pm
TheDuck GOLD, Braselton, Georgia
11 articles 12 photos 77 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Raids, bullets, crime... no problem. A missing duster? Crisis."-The Last Sacrifice
"If we stand for nothing, we'll fall for anything." -All Time Low

I kind of find it offensive- the "being heavy" thing.  It is saying stuff like that that makes girls feel bad


on Feb. 3 2011 at 12:15 pm
SecretNonConformist SILVER, Marblehead, Massachusetts
6 articles 0 photos 195 comments

Favorite Quote:
The only thing necessary for the triumph of
evil is for good men to do nothing."
-Edmund Burke

"Bless the children, give them triumph, now!"
Aeschylus, The Libation Bearers

I totally know how you feel! I'm 4'11'' and a size 1 or 2 (depending on the brand) I never can find ANYTHING in my size. It's almost embarrassing to tell people I'm a small size because I'm worried they'll be jealous. Even people working at the stores seem weird about it. 

All stereotypes, about anyone, fat or thin, are stupid. We were all born with a distinct body and no one's body is better than anyone elses because of that.

bluespark13 said...
on Jun. 16 2010 at 8:28 am
im not fat or skinny im sort of chunky and i weigh 140 some boys think im cute or sexy some call me fat but i just push them away because i know im beautiful in my own way :P it doesnt matter if you skinny or fat it all matters on whats in side(im half black and half puertorican) my mom is rican and she is heavy  and happyl married to my puertorican stepfather but these guys just whistle at her and try to flirt with her :P

bluespark13 said...
on Jun. 16 2010 at 8:25 am
i also believe that every girl is beautiful in her own way i dont like how girls put other girls down to make them look better so what if a boy doesnt like you like im not fat or skinny im chunky and i weigh like 140 something pounds some boys think im cute and sexy some boys say im fat and wheat-wheat i agree with you i dont think your trying to show off that ur skinny trust me some1 would know if ur trying to show off ....same for heavy girls ...forget those girls who put u down cuz ur heavy ur pretty in ur own way my mother shes is heavy(im half black and half puertorican my mom is rican) and married but guys whistle at her and all(my stepdad isnt happy about it thoguh  XD)

bluespark13 said...
on Jun. 16 2010 at 8:19 am
that it exactly how i feel i mean i dont dress that way i dont even want that kind of attention i know im pretty people tell me they say that my glasses hide my eyes they say i should wear dresses and skirts and make up and all first of all i hate dresses and skirts and make up and im glad my glasses hide my eyes because i dont ever like 2 show off that way i swear i dont :( and i feel very uncomfortable when im looked at in that kind of way i

on Dec. 21 2009 at 4:44 pm
Jessievangee GOLD, Burlington, Massachusetts
10 articles 8 photos 5 comments
So true. Thanks for the comment!

Wheat_Wheat said...
on Dec. 20 2009 at 9:16 pm
It's truly sad that girls feel the need to degrade others because they are unhappy with their appearance. I am 5'9 and I weigh 115 pounds which is under weight for my height and weight but I work out frequently. Girls hate on me all the time becasue they belive I am flaunting my thiness is which completly untrue. I do not starve myself nor do I throw up, I simply take care of my body and as should others. It's pathetic for others to view thiness as digusting or wrong because it is not. It people have such a problem with being over weight or having a little "extra" then work out, eat healthy. You can get the same flavours and tastes from healhy food as you can fast foods. Every girl is beautiful in her own way, so why is it so easy for us to easily hate on others for weight? It's crazy and obsurd. But girls are and always will be judgemental of one another. It is how this country wants it to be. they wouldn't make money if girls didn't try so hard to be this way or that. Like I said before it's pathetic.