Thin privilege is not having you 60 year old mother make a long distance call just so she could know what you ate, dissect it and tell you what’s healthy and what is not. She didn’t even know how bad I was doing, or if I had any recent problems in my life.

Thin privilege is not having her send your younger siblings, have them examine the fridge and pantry to see if you’re eating healthy and not like a relative that recently died of a heartattack and who….wait for it… happenned to be fat.

I have been feeling very depressed. I recently been fired from my job after I have been bullied all the while I was there. I was bodyshamed, belittled and called names just because I happened to be fat. No one even spoke about the quality of my work. Fat jokes were a norm there and there were also some self loathing fat women that got into the jokes and asked me to relax.

when I finally found the courage to fight back I was fired for insubordination. I tried telling the truth but I had no witnesses that would speak against their lies. It was good that I finally left that toxic environment, but the scars would last me a lifetime.

What my mother doesn’t know is that I have actually lost my appetite. what she doesn’t know is that i lost weight a few weeks ago due to an illness that left me bedridden. what she doesn’t know is that i don’t eat when i am sad or angry, i can’t at all.

Thin privilege is having your mother assume that “you eat like a pig” simply because that’s what she thinks fat people do.