You just can't win.
When I was a pre-teen (and I count myself as being teenager since twelve, because medically I am considered a teen) I wished I had curves. My sister was skinny and curvy and gorgeous and all the boys loved her. I was the fat little dumpling who was too short, to pudgy and far, far, too flat to be sexy.
Now my sister is so skinny her bones are poking out (long story), and I'm the one with the almost-flat stomach and the curves. Oh, but no boys for me. Just jerks that check out my ass and are conveniently too short to look me in the eyes, if you get my drift.
Poof.
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