What comes with being skinny is everyone treating you like you wrote in to their “Dear Abby” column. They’re always ready to give you advice on what you need to do, even though you didn’t ask them a damb thing. “Dang, Luvvie! You’re so skinny! Do you eat?! Maybe you just need a sandwich.” No, I don’t eat. I survive on a steady diet of air and water. Don’t worry about me, worry about you.
