Thin privilege is not being food/body policed and concern trolled so much by your family that you’re no longer sure whether you’re actually having symptoms of a hereditary health problem which you know you would probably have never escaped, weight or no weight, or whether they basically gaslighted you into having phantom symptoms fuelled by your already existing anxiety issues. (I’m sorry if gaslighted is not quite the correct word here. I know it’s a horrible thing and do not mean to diminish the experience of those who have been. But it does feel a bit like that because all of this really messed with my head and they KNOW about my issues and that this kind of nipping at my heels like the hounds of hell and stress can make it all worse.)



Thin privilege is also not being afraid to tell your family about your health concerns because you don’t know whether you’d get sympathy or an “I told you so” because of your body size and because they’ve been telling you for years that just losing weight will solve everything.



Seriously, I don’t know what my mind and body are doing right now and am scrabbling to get that part of my sanity back so I know whether I really need to think about getting treatment (I’m currently working on the assumption that as long as I’m not in pain and can live my life the way I normally do I’m maybe alright.) Thanks, family. I really needed that after I’d *just* started feeling better after other anxiety-inducing problems have calmed down.



Fat hate and shaming leaves WOUNDS and they leave SCARS.