Is it just me- a typical (or maybe not-so typical in today’s diet-crazed super model standard of ordinary bog water women) UK size 14, or are the race of curvy girls being punished for having a little more on top and bottom than your average stick insect?

Many times now, and it seems to be on the rise, whilst out-and-about mingling in my local watering hole, I have been shoved aside and barged into by women of smaller proportions (and when I say smaller proportions, that usually means that they are not-so smaller proportioned in the height department) in the race to the bar and also just simply standing around enjoying my drink with my friends. Bathroom lines, scornful looks, the list goes on. Which leads me to ask the following burning questions: am I a target for being “normal”? And am I alone in this unusual kind of drive-by bullying?

I’m not saying that all tiny women are lowering themselves to this kind of childish behaviour (lil’ nice ladies I know you’re out there, I used to be one of you!), but what ever happened to the glamour of being a curvaceous cutey like the tragically fabulous Marilyn Monroe, who herself was a member of the 14-ers club? I had hope and admiration for some latter-day beauties such as Scarlett Johansson, Kate Winslet and even a pre-’Friends’ era Jennifer Aniston, but it seems that the pressure of Hollywood has gotten to them too.

The average size for women in the UK and Ireland is a 16 (which I find extremely hard to believe because it seems that everywhere I go women are even more-so resembling paper dolls), so that’s a little perk for me I guess considering my closest gal-pals range from sizes 8-12. But most people would stop me right there and say, “why don”t you quit complaining about being the heaviest and do something about it?’

My boyfriend often tells me that my derrière is his favourite part of me (of course he means to say my sparkling blue eyes, my hair or my delicious personality…) and sure it would feel nice to have a flat stomach, tiny thighs and perky B breasts, but where’s the fun in that? Aside from the occasional mental and physical abuse from members of the Skinny Girls United Nations, the point is: men love something to grab on to. And that my friends, is something that skinny girls around the globe would kill for.