Looking like the kind of person who should have nothing to complain about, so you wind up living in an eternal cycle of bottling things up, and feeling guilty for unloading your problems on people.
No, I’m serious; the thinner you are, the less okay it is to complain about eating, food, or weight. The number of acne scars on your face decide whether or not you’re allowed to comment on being pretty. If you’re anywhere above the poverty line, no complaining about anything that can be even vaguely linked back to money. Ever. And your argument is invalid if you actually own anything mildly expensive.

See, here’s my problem with this:
1. This is society’s norm, and one that leads straight to anxiety, stress, and depression. I’m not even going to bother expanding on this, it’s just an expectation that leads to unhealthy emotional behaviors.

2. Godsdamn it if I’ve ever met anyone who wasn’t beautiful. I mean…shucks, have any of you ever taken time to look at the proportions of your faces? Or the striations in your eyes, or the highlights in your hair, or your dimples, or your freckles, or your color… I know we always see the worst in ourselves, but really… Even the people who the Internet has declared “hideous” have some of the most interesting bone structures I’ve ever seen. You’re all just gorgeous, and no fucking norm should ever tell you otherwise.

3. It makes it ridiculously hard to get help, or feel good about reaching out to people. I literally saw a post which read, “I’m so depressed,” to which some jerk had added, “said the cis, white, middle-class female.” Seriously? Physical ailments are not limited to non-privileged people; everyone is going to get them! Depression is a disease, and just like cancer, it doesn’t care who it targets.

This one bothers me in particular, because someone made a list of things that were painful to hear, and among them was the phrase, “Oh, I just forgot to eat.” Now, I spend a lot of time making jokes about my stupid, screwed-up brain, but this one cuts a bit too close to home; among several chemical deficiencies, I have one (don’t ask me which, my doctors can’t tell me, and I legitimately do not know) which means that, unless I take meds that have hunger as a direct side effect, I do not feel it. I’ll feel empty, sure, even painfully so, but there is never any drive to eat. So if I’m working on a project, and I’m focusing really hard, it’s not uncommon for me to actually forget to eat. Added to my sensory issues, which make me over-sensitive about taste and texture, to the point where my gag reflex won’t actually let me swallow anything I don’t like, and the high metabolism I got from my mom, I have been walking the line between underweight, malnourished, and acceptable my entire life.
And because I’m thin, because I’m white, because my family is solidly middle-class, this is something I’m not allowed to talk about. I’m not allowed to ask someone to remind me to eat something other than saltines for three days on end. I’m not allowed to mention it at all, because hell, I’ve got it pretty good, don’t I? Some people might take it the wrong way, and I never want to upset or offend anyone, but it really hurts to see that something like this goes completely ignored by our society. To the point that I’m worried about mentioning it, for fear of offending someone…anyone! *sigh*

It’s just…I dunno. It bothers me, probably more than it should, but there are probably other people out there who have something they feel the same way about.

4. Sometimes, people have problems that are completely out of sight. This can be a subtle as a mental health issue, or as blatant as a physical difference about their bodies. Fun fact: sometimes, people get acne breakouts, not one their faces, but on their backs. Actually, you can get them anywhere, but the back is harder to soap down, so you get more of a buildup of oil there. Or the fact that our media portrays non-neurotypical people only at the extreme ends of their spectrums, meaning that nobody is really aware that one of their friends might be anything besides “normal.” (Tip, if you want to see a high-functioning autistic character, watch Bones. Temperance Brennan might never be acknowledged as autistic in-canon, but she most definitely is, and it pisses me off that it’s never come up.)
If your problems aren’t blatantly obvious, we, as a society, don’t want to believe they exist. So if you try to draw attention to your needs, to get them met, you’re often dismissed as an “attention seeker” or “attention whore.” No shit we’re looking for attention, if we didn’t we’d be even worse wrecks than we normally wind up as before we start asking for help!

Now, kinda obviously, I’m using a lot of my own problems for the examples; they’re the only ones I know, so besides the general statements, they’re the only ones I feel comfortable commenting on. By all means, feel free to add your own observations/complaints, if you like but…

I don’t know where I’m going with this rant anymore. It’s a problem, it pisses me off, my wrist is cramping up really bad from painting all day, so I’m going to bed now. Goodnight.