Thin privilege is my sister asking me, to the point of it being pestering, every day if I wanna go running with her while we’re on vacation even though I politely decline every time.



Whether it be France, Italy, or my mom’s hometown in the middle of nowhere, my sister, without fail, will ask me to go jogging with her. Because I obviously can’t enjoy chocolate mousse, tiramisu, or my grandmother’s apple pie without wanting to burn some calories.



Because in this thin-centric world, my sister must keep up her thin appearances even while on vacation, which subjects me to more shame when all I want to do is enjoy some culture.