I know there are many of you who are thinking, "oh cry me a river. I had the exact opposite problem." I am not writing this post as a "feel bad for me" kind of thing. I'm writing because I want to share a chronically skinny girl's point of view.
Here's what skinny meant growing up. Sewing tucks in every pair of pants because either the waist fit or the pant length was right. Never both. Doctor prescribed breakfast of Nutrigrain bars until I gained the necessary weight. (I still can't stand the smell of those bars...) Never being able to get anywhere near the Presidential Fitness Award. (Pull-ups? Really?) And we won't even get into how un-coordinated I was. Yikes.
Let me tell you what skinny didn't mean growing up. Being in shape! No matter how skinny I have been throughout my life, being in shape was never there with it. Running sounded like the most miserable thing and most sports required some kind of it. I always thought the field events were fun, but right alongside the name was that whole running thing again. Thankfully I found the swim team in 8th grade. For 6 years, I was an athlete. I actually felt like I excelled at something kind of cool. (We can debate the "coolness" of swimming later.) But as I've gotten older, I realized that pools are hard to transport, hard to find, and even harder to find at a cheap rate. Tennis shoes, yoga mats, and workout DVDs are much more accessible.