Thin privilege is going to your first ever group therapy session and having the moderating therapist never make eye-contact with you, except for hard eye-cuts your way when she is talking about how the new year is a great way to think about ways to change your nutrition and exercise routine. I’m going to therapy to deal with depression from chronic pain that is keeping me from doing basic activities like “go to the grocery store” and “do laundry” and “walk”. Thanks for just assuming I’m a lazy slob with bad eating habits. That’s super helpful.

I’ve been heavy my whole life and have just recently made peace with the fact that dieting doesn’t work, and the only way I get results is to spend monumental amounts of time and effort managing a nutrition and exercise plan. Then if anything at all upsets my carefully managed plan, or if I prioritize anything over it (like my job or my marriage or my family) all the weight comes back. Since all of those things are more important to me, I have let it go. My body has found a weight it is comfortable at, and I am letting it just be. It is a big piece of finding mental balance and being able to stop feeling overwhelming guilt about being fat. Then within ten minutes of going to a class that is supposed to help me manage my depression and emotions, I’m being fat-shamed.

And the worst part is that it’s not even something I can call her on, because it was simply a look on her face and pointed eye contact while she was talking to the whole group.