Thin privilege is going to the doctor’s office to discuss your clinical depression and not having the doctor tell you “you’re probably depressed because of your weight”. This was said to me after I spent 15 minutes tearfully explaining my sudden lack of motivation, my recent mood swings, my bad childhood, and a recent terrible relationship. The doctor brushed all this off, and refused to put me on anti-depressants until I spend “at least an hour each day exercising. Because then you’ll feel better and have the added bonus of looking good!” I’m fine with the way I look, asshole!