Thin privilege is not being six years old, at my very first drama camp,

and being told that despite being a better actor and the only one capable of doing any of the cool stuff the director wanted her to do (like back handsprings or cartwheels while running around the stage), I was “Too Fat” to play Peter Pan, and would have to be Mr. Smee.

Its not being told by your college mock trial coach that you “just don’t look enough like a lawyer.” It’s not having to listen through every overly detailed description of your dads diet and workouts in the hope you’ll follow his example.