Thin privilege is being able to go to the doctor without him thinking you’re unhealthy for your weight.

Earlier yesterday, I was in the doc’s office. After the regular questions, checkup things (like him listening to my heart and looking in my ears…) He asked me to get on the scale. I was uncomfortable with this and said that I didn’t want to.

At this point he was trying really hard to be patient with me I could tell. He told me “I understand if you’re uncomfortable, but weight is detrimental to your health and it could really help me understand any possible health problems you have.”

So just because I was fat, I was unhealthy already? Because I was fat you wanted to humuliate me even more by checking how fat I really am?! I was so upset and furious. Tears were springing to my eyes and I could feel my face getting red from the embarassment.

He tried to reassure me that it wasn’t really about my weight, he just needed to check. What could you possibly check?! You already know I’m not freakin skinny so what?!

I’ve never been more ashamed of my body. As I stormed out I heard ‘tsk tsk’ from the doctor. Freakin tool.