Thin privilege is going to the local fair and not being afraid to get in line and ride the rides.

Thin privilege is not worrying about what the person you’re with (even though they are also fat) will think when you want to order food from one of the vendors.

Thin privilege is not having to listen to people say “Holy shit” or “Look at how fat they are” when you walk by.

Thin privilege is not fighting off tears for hours while your social anxiety threatens to overwhelm you.

Thin privilege is being comfortable while you watch the concert at said local fair instead of being squeezed into an uncomfortable seat and being afraid to get up and dance because you are afraid of what people will say about it.

(I had a very bad night at a local fair last night and thought I would share some of the joyous [read: terrifying] moments of fathphobia I encountered.)