Struggle of a thin girl

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Coming back from the college to the hostel, I used to run towards the mess and literally attack the food. Those tasteless meals would take away all the happiness of the day and add sadness to the moment. Hunger gone, no, not actually. It's still there in me, but that food gets a big NO from my side. And think of cooking and I frown. P.S. I love eating but don't like to cook. You've heard of seasonal vegetables, I'm a seasonal cook. Anyway, when I marked the 18th year of my life, I weighed 43 kgs, sadly. After three years, I weighed 49kgs. Sounds a good improvement, but those aunties in my colony never care to think what I feel when they yell, "Itni Patli hai, hawa se ud jaegi" in Hindi, meaning I'm so thin that even a flow of air will take me away with it. Anyway, their thoughts don't make me angry, but yes, I wish to have those curves, but also be 26 inches waist for life. Dream goals. Food arrears. Aah, eating so much, eating proteins, eating whatever healthy (!!) does not affect my body. And this is the way I am. And somehow, I've started loving the thin me. This is happiness, loving yourself the way you are. Yay! :)