I’ve been seeing the same therapist for three years, dealing with some of the terrible things that have happened to me as a result of the way people have treated me my whole life. Seriously, the first time someone called me fat to my face, I was four years old. Who freaking calls a four year old little girl fat? Anyway, I recently (thanks to this amazing, empowering site) began to understand that what I’ve gone through is not just bullying, or simple rudeness, or kids being kids. It’s discrimination and it’s wrong. But when I said as much to my therapist, she responded by saying that I needed to be careful, because I wasn’t being objective; that I was just being paranoid. You know what thin privilege is? Being taken seriously by someone whose job it is to help you. It’s not having your concerns dismissed when you’ve finally realized the truth. It’s not wishing that this person could just be happy for you that you’re finally not blaming yourself for the social anxiety you experience every time you leave the house. That social anxiety you experience because people think it’s okay to openly mock you. That’s thin privilege.