Thin privilege is knowing that even as a child (10 years old) if you died in a tragic car accident people would be sad, instead of laugh at your fatness.

I rode the bus as a child and one day I heard my classmates laughing at something that had happened in the earlier week. Unbeknownst to me as I exited the bus and crossed the street I was almost hit by a car. The part that hurt the most was that the person retelling the story said, “I mean it was hilarious! If you HAD been hit by a car the only thing that would have been left would be a big greasy fat stain on the road!”

Yeah. You read that right. If I had been killed in a car accident, not only would it have been hilarious, the only thing my peers would have to remember me by (not my kind smile, my love of books or my fun personality) would be a fat stain on the concrete. If I didn’t already know that being fat made me unworthy before that incident, it was made painfully clear after.

