The Life of a Teenage Girl
edited: Tuesday, February 04, 2003
By Krissy Brady
Posted: Tuesday, February 04, 2003
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Krissy rants about how girls constantly criticize each other.
I love food. It is there for me through my every emotion: Chinese food for my reflective moments, pasta for when I’m feeling festive, and junk food for my bad days. Food is better than people; it doesn’t remember your embarrassing moments just to bring them up at parties, you can change and food won’t judge you, and most importantly, food won’t criticize how you look.
Why do I bring this up? Well, the fact that I love food means nothing when it comes to the teasing I constantly endure. Ironically, I eat a ton of food yet only weigh 100 lbs., and the remote control is my best friend. Ironically still, the jokes that get thrown at me are jokes about eating disorders. To all of my “heavier” friends (which means every single one of them), it of course has nothing to do with my metabolism, or the fact that everyone in my family is thin. No, of course not. Because I’m thin, that must mean I have an eating disorder. Sorry, my mistake!
After I eat a large meal, I get the we’d-better-watch-to-make-sure-she-doesn’t-go-to-the-bathroom-if-you-know-what-I-mean jokes. I may as well wear a neon sign that says “Chicken Legs” if I decide to wear shorts. When I started my job, I had to tell my manager my waist size for my uniform. Instead of just writing it down she let out a snort (literally, not figuratively) and said, “You’re the size of my leg.” I forced a smile instead of saying, “You’re the size of a sumo wrestler, what’s your point?” I kept my comment to myself for two reasons: one, she could have snapped me right in two, and two, what a hypocritical remark it would have been.
We don’t like it when we’re criticized, yet we don’t mind doing it to other people. I mean, isn’t it what gets the biggest laugh these days? Let’s disregard the fact that I don’t have an eating disorder, and the fact that the jokes being made are beyond unoriginal. For some reason, they still make people laugh. And for the most part, it’s girls that make these comments to each other, and this completely baffles me. You’re supposed to be friends, yet as soon as your friend isn’t in the room, you play a game to see who can insult them the most. I’m a girl, which is why I’ll never understand myself.
Is there a point to this criticism? All that ends up happening is our self-esteem plummets, and we find ourselves wallowing in pity and eating chips. Mmmm, chips.
So to all the fat, skinny, short, tall, black and white girls who have brown, blonde or red hair, who have green, blue or hazel-colored eyes, who have big or small thighs, big or small feet, who have buck teeth or no teeth at all, and who are funny, depressing, outgoing, dramatic, anti-social, gothic, and to all who are in-between: stop all the hissing and clawing, or I really will throw up.