By Remy Mccool/south news editor

“Real women have curves.” Oh, is that so?

Then let me ask this, if you happen to be a women who does not have said “curves,” what are you? Not a “real” woman? Perhaps a “fake” one?

I assume you could categorize me as a “fake woman.” I am not curvy. Throughout my life, mostly in my younger years, I have experienced ridicule for being skinny. Can you imagine if the tables turned and I made rude comments about someone overweight? I would be deemed an awful person. My point is not to be hateful toward the skinny or the overweight, rather it is to comment on the ridiculous notion that to be a “real” woman, you must be curvy.

T-minus 10 days until my best friend gets married. I am ecstatic to stand beside her as she says her vows and enters into the world of marriage.

However, there is an issue — a shoe issue.

Although I was born and raised in Texas, I have struggled to get on board with a few Texas customs, like boots, cowboy boots. They have never been my thing and will continue not to be my thing. Unfortunately, they are a requirement to stand with my friend during her wedding ceremony.

The problem lies in the similarity of my legs to those of a chicken’s. I simply cannot fill out a pair of cowboy boots. It is going to look as though I am wearing my mother’s shoes that do not fit. Not to mention the “flopping” sound the boots make against my leg. Shall I hum as I make my way down the aisle to drown out the sound of my boots? “Cue the music, here comes Remy.”

I understand this sounds very “first-world problem” worthy. I have just always found it hurtful that people thought it acceptable to poke fun at my skinniness while I bit my tongue to keep from hurting anyone’s feelings. I believe the “treat people as you want to be treated” rule applies here.

I would also like to make it clear that to the best of my knowledge, I possess all the requirements to be deemed a real woman.  Therefore, even with my lack of curves, I am woman, hear me roar.