Thin privilege is not being judged when you go out to a nice restaurant alone for your birthday, first ordering fried seafood, then daring to order dessert.

It’s my birthday. I’m alone. I should be allowed to eat what I want. But no, I get judged by the waiter and the people in the table next to me. And what really pisses me off is that the thin man at the table next to me ordered the same thing, and yet no one was judging him.