This is more of a personal story.

I am a large fat woman, generally a size 26-28. One day a few weeks ago, I went shopping with one of my best friends, a size 0. We went to the mall, and first we went into Lane Bryant for me, and then Rue 21 for her immediately after. As she was thumbing through racks of clothes, she turned to me and gave this little speech:

“You know, I don’t understand it. It’s like designers and stores don’t even think size 0s exist. I have the most difficult time finding clothes.”

I couldn’t even believe it. We had just left THE ONLY STORE IN THE WHOLE CITY that sells my size, and we were standing amidst racks and racks of clothes in her size. Her size is the standard of beauty, while I am looked down upon, sneered at, and for the most part have to wear clothes that I’m just settling for.

That was the day I made the decision to stop being silent about thin privilege.