This is more of a “story” than a “this is thin privilege,” but I thought I should share anyway.



It’s summer, and, where I am, it’s getting extremely hot. Over 120 degrees sometimes. One of these days, I happened to be wearing a short sleeved shirt with a sweater over it. I was at work, so I went to the bathroom so I could go in a stall and take the sweater off to cool off. While I was doing this, I realized that, since Middle school, if I was hot or over heated, I went to the bathroom before exposing my arms. Since middle school I haven’t worn a short sleeve, or sleeveless shirt, outside since (I’m in my 20’s now). Never, not without something to cover my arms, and even then I can never take it off, not without being in the bathroom or in private. It can be 40 degrees, or 200 degrees, but I always cover myself. Anything I buy I make sure can have a long sleeve shirt under it, or goes with a sweater or hoodie that I own.

I just never realized that habit until I started reading this blog. Even if I’m in the car by myself, or, hell, with my mother, I can never ever expose my fat arms. I don’t know why. They’re not covered in obscene tattoos or images. They have stretch marks, but they’re not horribly disfigured. They’re just fat. I have fat, wiggly “bingo wing” arms. And they haven’t seen the light of day since I was a little girl, because I know that, like the rest of me, are just to disgusting to be seen by the public.