“You’re skinny as a dog,” my classmate, Jess, said to me once in high school. That’s my earliest recollection of anyone ever bringing my own weight to my attention as an attempt to offend me. Although I found her dog analogy a bit unfitting, I knew what she meant. But looking back, I also realize those were actually some of my “fuller” years. I wasn’t over or underweight, I remember. I just appeared thinner next to them. Every now and then, I would get confused when people called me “la flaca” because I didn’t even see myself that way; skinny. And on other occasions, I would be oblivious of the…