My fiancé happens to really enjoy working out. I often join him at our gym. He does not pressure me to go. Today we were chatting while I was working out on the recumbent bike and another gym goer asked him if I was his cousin. He said, “No, she’s my fiancé” and the man replied, “Oh, really?” like it was the biggest shock in the world that a muscular, athletic man would be engaged to a fatty like me.

Thin privilege is people not assuming that your more “in shape” partner is your relative.