Thin privilege is never having a family “friend” say on a group outing, “I’ll buy everyone a soda, as long as S____’s is diet.”

Thin privilege is not having the 7th grade school nurse loudly state your name and weight of 204 lbs in 7th grade to the entire roomful of other girls during a scoliosis screening. No one else’s weight was called out, and no one else had to live with the agony of being called 204 for the next 6 months. 30 years have passed and I can instantly remember the shame of that moment.

Thin privilege is never having your grandfather put a padlock on the refrigerator door because “I love you.” This after he told your 8 year old, 165 pound self, that your weight would be just fine when you grew up, as long as you didn’t gain any more weight.

I still hurt for the girl that I was.