Skinny People Problems

I bought myself something pretty cool the other day. I got a gift card to an online medieval store, and I decided to buy two things with it: a cloak-pin and a pair of bracers.
​Bracers are awesome. They're arm-guards, usually made of leather or steel, and they look awesome while providing you with some protection while sword fighting or wrestling with tomboyish sisters. But then I looked at how big they are. And then I measured my arm. And sure enough, I was going to need a child's size--which, although less expensive, were far less cool.
I've been a twig for as long as I can remember, and I'm proud of it. I'm healthy, I feel great, and I look nice, too. And to be honest, I can't do anything about it. I spend most of my time sitting at my desk, I eat ice cream almost every night, and I've been known to pig out on pizza. God's just given me a high metabolism. But for all my friends and readers who are a little on the stout side--don't worry about it. Being skinny comes with its own share of troubles.
First off, everything hurts more. Have you ever rammed your hip into a countertop? It hurts even if you have a protective layer. But bones and wood-edged granite don't mix well, as my ten-year-old self found out time and time again as I practice rollerblading in our kitchen.
Even sitting hurts. My sister is into sports, and I've spent quite a few hours sitting on hard metal bleachers watching her. But my posterior is not very well padded. After the first half of the soccer game, my tailbone starts to ache. That's why you'll most often find me sitting on my jacket--if I bring one, in this infernal Texas weather.
Speaking of Texas, it's hot here. The sun is a flamethrower, the air is an oven, and the ground is one big frying pan covered in fire ants and prickly things. Having a high metabolism means that I burn off a lot of energy, usually in the form of heat. But I'm surrounded by heat, at least in the summer months. And that doesn't always go well.
And the winter poses its own challenges. I'm glad to have a high metabolism that heats me up when it's cold out, but it only works to a certain extent. I find that, when I'm sitting around doing nothing, my metabolism drops. I start to get cold more and more easily as the day goes on. One particular evening, I was sleeping over at a friend's house where the thermostat was set to 64 degrees. I about froze to death for lack of insulation.

High metabolisms have one more downside--that being, I'd be the first to die in a zombie apocalypse or any other survival situation. And it's not because I'm a wimp (I took karate for a couple years growing up). It's because high metabolisms require lots of energy (and, therefore, food) to keep going. In other words, I'm not really fuel efficient. If your body runs like a Kia, rejoice! If, God forbid, you're ever stranded on a deserted island without food, you stand a much better chance at surviving than I do.
The last downside to being skinny is something that most people probably wouldn't even notice. When I was thirteen, I broke my collarbone in a bicycle wreck. It's healed nicely, but now my right collarbone is visibly thicker than my left collarbone. If I wasn't so skinny that my collarbones weren't visible in the first place, this wouldn't matter. But I'm a twig. You can see my skeletal deformity, and I can't do much to hide it. But honestly, you shouldn't be looking that closely at me in the first place.
With so much pressure in the world today to have the perfect body shape, it's easy to think that thin people have everything going for them. In all honesty, we don't. There are plenty of actresses and celebrities who are far thinner than I am; I can't imagine all the skinny people problems they have. Is being a healthy weight worth it? Absolutely. But being too thin is no better than being overweight, and that 'perfect' body shape usually isn't worth the struggle.
I'm not going to ask you any weight-related questions today. Instead, tell me in the comments below how you plan to spend your summer! I'm hoping to get a part-time job and save up for my first car. God bless you, dear readers, and don't forget to Like us on Facebook!