Thin privilege is not having your father, who is in the military and exercises daily for two hours while eating worse than you, laugh at you while you’re eating dinner and make pig grunting noises when you try to put more than a handful of food on your plate. Thin privilege is not having to actually scream at your father for calling you ‘the garbage disposal’ in front of your friends when they come over for dinner. Thin privilege is not having to eventually stop inviting people over for dinner because it embarrasses you so much. Thin privilege is not having your mother constantly say she’s fat and ugly and look and you and your sister sadly because you’re 'just as bad as her’. It’s not having to go through a time every few weeks, even years after moving out, where you just stop eating for a while because you think ’whatever, it’s not like I can’t live off this disgusting blubber for weeks anyway’. It’s not having your friends who are thinner than you complain about being fat and thinking immediately ’if they think THEY are fat and disgusting, they must think I’m twice as bad since I’m twice as big’. Thin privilege is feeling comfortable in a bikini and not having to think ’Why would anyone want to see this fat tub of lard waddling around everywhere uncovered?’ Thin privilege is not avoiding photos of your full body whenever possible, and allowing photos of your face only from certain angles where you can hide your chin. Thin privilege is not having to wonder if you will ever feel comfortable showing your skin to anyone because you’re terrified someone you love will see your gut and lose all respect and love for you.