Thin privilege is not receiving a death threat from strangers on your way to work, simply because someone didn’t like your body.

I was on the bus stop, waiting to go to work, so I am in my work clothes when all of a sudden a car pulls up to the corner for a moment and a drink comes flying at me, hit’s my ankle (thanks to the man’s poor aim) so it gets my feet and leggings wet, not my nice dress for work thankfully, but as he did so, he yelled “Die fat bitch! death to all the fatties! woo!” then laughed with his buddies before driving off. Unfortunately it didn’t surprise me. An older gentleman saw and asked if I was okay. I shrugged it off like it was nothing but when I got to work and asked to go to the staff bathroom to clean my leg (the drink was sticky), and cried. And then got mad at myself for letting asshats like that bother me.

I’ve heard it before. I think I cried, not because they hurt my feelings, as I’m usually like a brick wall with insults, but because I was just some stranger on the street, what happens if one of them has a fat son or daughter? What if they had a little sister that they bullied like that? And just general anger that there’s a whole group of people, the majority, that while they don’t approve of that type of flat out abuse, agree with the motivation behind it.