I once read something analogizing people, both psychologically and physiologically, to apples. Some let go and fall to the ground, where they promptly soften and bloat, while others cling and wither on the tree.

          I’m in the latter category, which I guess is a tribute to my psychological stamina. But, and this brings me to the point of this post, physiologically, explain to me why it’s considered rude to tell a person that he/she has gotten fat, yet it’s perfectly fine to tell a person that he/she is too thin?

          I am thin. This is nothing new. The fact is, I have trouble eating when I’m stressed or sad or nervous or even excited about something. This is something I can’t help. I wish I could, because I’m quite aware, as a colleague told me the other day, that I look like I could use a sandwich.

          I am astonished at friends, acquaintances, and even strangers who feel free to inform me that I’m too skinny. I know being underweight doesn’t carry the same social stigma as being overweight, but when people tell me I need to put on a few pounds, it’s insulting, like being told I look tired, which is another freely stated opinion I despise.

          I guess my point is, whether I am of the bloating or shriveling variety is my business, and actually, in many ways, beyond my control. All I’m asking is that I will politely continue to keep my comments off other people’s bodies, if they keep theirs off mine.