Okay, bluntly.

I was too skinny in my late teens. I was actively trying to put on weight. You could play xylophone on my ribs. This turned out to be an early sign of an auto-immune problem that hit me full blown in my thirties.

Again.

YOU COULD SEE MY RIBS.

I never got skinny shamed. I got told I looked fabulous. I got asked how I did it. I got utterly shocked expressions when I piled more food on my plate because, again, I was trying to gain weight. My energy levels were not what they should be.

I learned that being skinny is more important than being healthy.

So, no, skinny shaming doesn’t exist.