Thin privilege is not having your father comment about how you’re constantly eating when you order two burritos from Taco Bell instead of one, even though it’s the very first time he’s seen you that day and wouldn’t know what you’ve had to eat or the fact that you haven’t yet had a decent meal by 5:30.

Thin privilege is apparent in the fact that I later received an apology not for what was said but for the fact that he didn’t mean to sound so mean when he said it, because fat shaming is apparently okay if you break it to me gently.