I used to wear soffe shorts around the house as a kid. They were really short on me, but get this, my skinny older sister wore them too. Guess who got grief? That’s right, ol thunder thighs here. My mom would always say my butt was hanging out, well so was hers. But I was the one who had to go change and cover up. Thin privilege is getting to have your asscheeks hang out and no one says anything. (BTW mom you were the reason I was anorexic)