This is Thin Privilege

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This feels a lot more like anti-fatness than an example of thin privilege, but I really want to get it off my chest anyway so here goes.

Recently my mom found a whole collection of pictures of various relatives from her side of the family all the way back to the late 1890s - which was pretty awesome, in my opinion.  And with just about every woman in the pictures was practically a carbon-copy stamp of my exact body shape, with obvious exceptions when corsets were involved.  And I remember while looking at them, I mentioned idly that these pictures were pretty much proof that my genetics meant I’d never be skinny.  From my perspective, it was a really neutral statement - even a positive one, since my body shape means I build muscle very easily and my personal goals involve a lot of strength training (thank you, genetics).

And my mom immediately responded with something along the lines of “I’m sorry about that”.  And that completely floored me - that my mom felt the need to apologize for the fact that my genetics mean that thinness is basically impossible.  I’ve spent so much time surrounding myself with body positive messaging that I’d all but forgotten that not being thin was seen as such a bad thing, but… my own mother thought otherwise.  I still don’t know how to feel about that.

(I’m sorry if this submits more than once, Tumblr’s being weird at me.)

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