Thin privilege is not being ashamed when you run out of breath going up stairs.
My high school had killer steps. Even my athletic friends would complain of being out of breath when they got to the top. But being overweight my entire life, I was terrified of having people judge me. So I would fake a yawn and hide my mouth behind my hand so no one would see me panting.
To this day, when I run out of breath, I yawn. It seems I classically conditioned myself.
It’s things as small as this that made high school a living hell. I couldn’t even walk to class without being fearful of what others were thinking about me.