Thin privilege is never having your (size 00 and naturally thin) half-sister tell you that “It’s easy to lose weight! All you have to do is eat healthy and exercise!”, as if there were a one size fits all formula.

Thin privilege is never having your stepmom ask if you were jealous of your sister because she is not overweight.

Thin privilege is never having to worry in high school about which excuse you would inevitably make up why you couldn’t go to a clothing swap with your girlfriends.

Thin privilege is never having to worry that when you’re doing something you love, like running, that the colour or fit of your workout clothes won’t cover your stomach or hide your body’s jiggles.

Thin privilege is being able to go out to a restaurant with your friends, and order a burger and fries without having to preface it with: “Oh, I had a salad for lunch.”

Thin privilege is never having to hear your grandma, however well-intentioned, say: “It’s not totally your fault, I had some fat relatives…it’s in your genes.”

Thin privilege is never having to hear your mom say to your other sister, after she removed her oversized sweater: “Oh, you’re not as large as I thought you were!”

Thin privilege is not having your dad tell you that you like to eat because of your abandonment issues.

Oh gosh, I could go on forever. That said, I followed a link from a comments section on buzzfeed, of all places, to this site. After scrolling through at least 15 pages, I realised that I had finally found a place where people really get it. The posts I read really inspired me to write my own, and release what I had been unable to voice elsewhere. And I thank you all for that.