10 THINGS ONLY SKINNY-FAT GUYS UNDERSTAND
I’m skinny-fat. Neither skinny nor fat, but somewhere in the middle. A pale, fleshy purgatory of flab that lends itself to a multitude of pokes and prods from my friends and family who are quick to offer their opinions about how to solve my slight paunch. While I’m lucky in the sense that I am not overweight, I don’t consider myself healthy. I’m comically un-athletic, prone to moments of social anxiety and consistently frustrated by my wardrobe. Over the years of living with this Ford Taurus of a body, I’ve come to accept some things about myself that I urge all people—skinny-fat and beyond—to realize and move on.