I was bitching about fat people a few days ago and someone asked me how fat discrimination was any different from sexism, something I’m pretty vocal in opposing.

Three days later, I’ve decided I don’t think it is.

I’m pretty ashamed that despite considering myself a very liberal, accepting person, I’ve let that kind of baseless hate seep into my consciousness. I’m really ashamed of many of the opinions I’ve been expressing pretty casually recently and cringe when I think about it.

It’s going to be really hard to admit that I’ve changed my opinion next time fat discrimination comes up. I know I’ll be tempted to just keep quiet. But I have a lot of making up to do, and I keep saying to myself ‘what would you do if you’d been making racist/sexist/ableist/classist comments?’, and it becomes a lot clearer and easier.

It sucks to be wrong, but it sucks more to keep being wrong. I’m reading as much as I can, and hopefully soon I won’t need to compare thin privilege to other kinds of privilege I already instinctively recognise.