Thin privilege is the fatter sister eating Cheerios and an egg for breakfast and being reprimanded for “going heavy on the carbs,” being shot looks, and reminded of her ultimate goal. (Being tiny. That’s the ultimate goal.) Then the smaller sister comes downstairs and eats a piece of fucking cake for breakfast, and the parents laugh and say “That’s so unhealthy!”

Thin privilege is the smaller sister coming downstairs in a tank top and the mother saying, “Great.” When asked what’s wrong, she says, “I told your sister that she couldn’t wear a tank top this morning.” It’s apparently too revealing. But she doesn’t make her change.

Thin privilege is the smaller sister going to the doctor and being congratulated for not putting on weight after recovering from her eating disorder. Thin privilege is the fatter sister going to the same doctor on the same day and being told she needs to lose weight. Which is fairly typical (if a flawed practice), but there are no concerns expressed about possible disordered eating that could be predisposed, or more likely because it was modeled by the smaller sister.

There are more important things than being the smaller sister.