This is Thin Privilege

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A truck load of thin privilege for my venting pleasure

- Thin privilege is not jumping or flinching at the sound it makes when you open food packaging. I noticed this with myself yesterday and since it was the first time I’d really thought about this particular aspect, it came as quite of a shock. So, you know these little four-pack pudding cups that are sealed together and you break them apart and it makes that… sound. I broke some apart yesterday in my flat in which I live alone ad I flinched. Now I haven’t  been moved out of my parents’ place for long and it just reminded me of ALL the times I did my damnedest to open food or break apart such packaging or open crinkling plastic packaging as quietly as possibly so no one would hear and come in and comment on what I was eating or, even, on me eating at all. If I was opening packaging in my room, at the time, I would always do so under the bed covers so that the sound was muffled.

Thin privilege is not living like that and still feeling the effects of it when it’s only you in the privacy of your own home.

- Thin privilege is not feeling the need to have a strategy at the supermarket checkout in placing the items of food your buying in a certain order, interspersing the items that would be deemed “unhealthy” and therefore not acceptable with items that would be deemed “healthy” and therefore acceptable.

- This post just showed up on my dash: Above was a picture of a fat pigeon and below was this text:

so there’s a pigeon i used to pass by in my old neighborhood all the time and he was really fat because people would just toss him food and literally he sat in the middle of the sidewalk and people would just step over him, he wouldn’t even flinch. seriously you could sit down next to him and just feed him and he would be chill.

he was there every day and all us locals would affectionately refer to him as ‘lard-ass’