My Self-Description I’ve always known I was built differently — not in a dramatic, movie-like way, but in that quiet, persistent manner that you notice only when you pay real attention. I am tall and noticeably slim. People often use the word “slender” when they try to describe me politely, but the more honest ones just say “skinny” or “very thin” with slightly surprised eyes. My frame is light, almost fragile-looking at first glance, though I’ve never been actually fragile. My bones are long and elegant rather than delicate; there’s structure beneath the surface. Wrists, collarbones, ankles — all sharply defined, almost architectural. I don’t have the soft padding most women carry around hips, thighs or upper arms. My body simply refuses to store much fat there.