When I was in high school, my family didn’t have much money. I had a roof over my head, but worked an after school part time job to buy myself food, bus fare, and any extras. I only had a couple pair of pants that fit me, but after awhile chub rub got the best of them. Because I was plus size, I couldn’t just walk into any discount or thrift store and buy some for a couple dollars and I certainly didn’t have the money to buy some at the mall (not in the size I needed, at least). I had no choice but to wear them so long that the holes ripped across the back side on both legs, from inseam to side seams, just under the pockets. I wore bike shorts under them and a sweater around my waist for at least 6 months of my senior year.

Thin privilege is being able to find clothes you can afford that fit you when you are in need of them.

This intersects with class privilege.