4520 posts tagged thin privilege
I threw away my virginity to the first boy who showed any interest in me, to a boy who never wanted to know the real me. I never thought that someone would do that to me because I saw myself as undesirable. Why would a boy only want in my pants? I’m not physically attractive. If he likes me, he must really like me, for more than what I look like.
It’s been near 11 months since that night, and since he last spoke to me.
And I don’t blame him. How could he want me? I’ve been haunted my whole life with “you’ll never catch a man by eating that.” “A boy will never like you, looking like that.” Hearing things like this your entire life from your mother and your sister takes a toll psychologically. I feel I am undeserving of love, romantic and platonic. I feel guilty for taking up space. I constantly apologize for things that don’t need an “I’m sorry.” I know how ridiculous and absurd my feelings are, nonetheless, I have these feelings and I have no idea how to stop.
Thin privilege is being deserving of love, of physical intimacy, and of respect.
Thin privilege is never having to worry that your friends will crop you out of a group Facebook photo because you do not fit the “aesthetic” they are going for.
I had a job last year, working as a cook in an Italian restaurant. My job was making the desserts; gelato, fancy cakes, mousse, tiramisu, and chocolate truffles. I enjoyed the work and I was quite good at it. We reused a lot of old containers to store things around my workstation, and they usually weren’t labeled, because whatever was put in them that day was used up by that night. I kept a good tally in my head about which container contained what, cookie crumbs, or decorations for various desserts. On any given day, I might have 20 different containers of components to decorate with, and I have to remember what each one has.
One day, I made a new batch of 4 dozen chocolate truffles and put them in a container. There they sat for a few hours until dessert orders came pouring in. My boss came over to help me when things got slammed and fill orders for me. Suddenly, he needs truffles. I point out the exact container they’re in and he fetches it, only to open it and discover cookies. What on earth? But I knew the truffles were in THAT one. I’m so baffled, I open the next few on the shelf and come up empty handed every time.
My boss starts screaming, “WHERE ARE THE TRUFFLES [MY NAME]?!” Again and again, every time I open a new container. I went through every container we had, and started going through containers that were in a different area, absolutely panicked. What happened to them, I know I put them here just four hours ago. “WHERE ARE THE TRUFFLES,” still going off a foot away, with my boss more and more enraged that they’re not where I left them. I’m confused too.
My thin coworker walks up, with a container in her hands and gives it to me, “they were over there,” she says and points at her own workstation a good ten feet away. No explanation how they got over there, no apology, no nothing. Just that they were “over there.” and I never saw her or anyone else take that container over there. Finally, we get the truffles down and everything proceeds smoothly.
Later, I excuse myself to the bathroom, but it’s occupied so I return to my station to continue my job and wait for the restroom to be free, when I overhear my boss tell the female coworker, “For a minute there, I thought [my name] had eaten all the truffles!” Coworker responds with, “With her body, I’d be worried too.”
I was so shocked, hurt, confused and stunned, I spent an extra amount of time in the bathroom, wondering what had just happened. I’m good at my job, I don’t graze from my work, that’s cutting into my own wages and is quite literally, stealing.After my shift, and talking to a different co-worker, I find out that thin coworker stole the truffles from my station and was eating/stealing them for hours until we needed them.
Yet, was my thin coworker ever accused of eating all the food from her workstation? From stealing food of customer’s plates?
This is thin privilege, to not be guilty of stealing food when you are literally guilty of it, and I’m automatically guilty simply because I’m fat.
I was later fired from that job, with the implication that a lot of food was going missing and that it wasn’t cost effective for them to keep me on the payroll. Thin coworker still works there to this day.
With the recent Steam video game sale, my boyfriend suggested we buy The Typing of the Dead: Overkill, because it’s supposed to be a funny game where you fight off zombies by typing in words. We did end up getting it, but after playing to the second level I literally can’t bring myself to even consider touching it again.
The second level you play as two stripper girls (hooray sexualization in video games), and the strip club you’re in is being attacked by zombies. To escape, you have to find your motorcycle keys, which unfortunately are being held by the boss of the level, a stripper-turned-zombie. Sounds alright, right?
It’s really not, and please skip this paragraph if you’re sensitive to really horrendous depictions of fat people. Since becoming a zombie, the stripper has transformed into a giant, slimy fat zombie woman, and the keys are stuck in-between the folds of her giant belly fat rolls. She’s portrayed as so fat and big she can’t even stand up and move around to fight, she just throws objects at the player without getting up. She’s still in her stripper bikini, but she’s shown as having every roll possible hanging out of it, with even one saggy breast flopping out of the top the whole time (way to hypersexualize while desexualizing at the same time). When you finally defeat her, you have to pull the keys out of her belly folds, and it’s depicted as this disgusting spectacle that they have to touch her at all, and that it’s a difficult task, like her stomach fat is consciously holding onto the keys, with a loud squelching pop when they finally come out.
The boss of this level, as a fat zombie woman, is meant to disgust the player in every way possible. As a woman with a body type really similar to hers, it was unbearable watching the display they made in doing so. It literally got to the point where I had a breakdown and couldn’t continue playing at all. Fortunately I have an understanding boyfriend, and he hasn’t suggested playing it since.
Thin privilege is not having your body and body type shown as being the epitome of disgusting, and too repulsive to even consider touching.
Thin privilege is being able to play a video game meant to be fun and hilarious, and not have it specifically target you and people that look like you as the joke.
Thin privilege is having your body type represented in video games, and not just as a hyperbolic representation of sloth/greed/gluttony/general disgust.
(Side note on this game as well: it also has some really disgusting displays of ableism. Please avoid this game at all costs.)
Thin privilege is being able to say that you enjoy cooking without receiving a derogatory “I bet you do.”
Thin privilege is never worrying about going to a train station, fairground, or sporting event where turnstiles are used.
Thin privilege is never having to sheepishly ask the nearby attendant if you can use the disabled entrance because you can’t fit through the turnstile.
Thin privilege is never having people mock you or laugh behind your back when they see you struggling to get through a turnstile.
Thin privilege is having your mental disorders taken seriously and never brushed off by people telling you to “lose weight and you won’t be x anymore”.
Thin privilege is being able to make submissions using your username and not getting death threats.
Thin privilege is not having a mental schedule of when it’s “safe” to eat.
Thin privileged is being hungry, but wondering if enough time has elapsed for you to be “allowed” to eat again.
Thin privilege is not having to weigh how hungry you are versus whether or not it’s worth it to have to get food in front of your parents, and how likely you are to be harassed for it.
This privilege is apparently being able to walk into a grocery store?
I was at the Union Square Food Emporium in NYC for the first (and probably last) time today and on side of the building opposite the subway entrance they have these bars on either side of the entrance and exit doors.
Clearly these bars are meant to keep people from taking the carts outside. But they also, surprise surprise, make it difficult — if not impossible — for people with wide hips to walk through them. I’m a relatively small fat myself, and even I had to squeeze sideways through these bars; I can only imagine what it’s like for people with even bigger hips than me.
For a while I’ve been having knee problems, so naturally I went to the doctors to see if there was anything wrong. Well after a couple of fat shaming questions such as, “How long have you been obese?” and “Have you experienced any other health problems linked to your obesity?” He finally got to his “diagnosis” without performing any other tests and he told me that my knee pains are due to the pressure put on my knees by my excessive weight.
First of all, it’s clear this doctor has never heard of health at every size. But I calmly explain to him that at my job, I’m on my feet 4 hours a day and also explain to him the concept of me being comfortable with my body and also explain to him health at every size. Then this fucker has the audacity to laugh and say, “Health at every size isn’t true, and if you keep believing it you will eventually get fatter and suffer a heart attack at a young age.” At this point I had had enough and politely told him to “Fuck off.” I immediately walked out of the office and cried in my car for half an hour.
Thin privilege is having doctors take the proper steps in diagnosing your knee pains.
I have to get surgery soon, so today I met with the surgeon for my pre-op assessment. I’m thin, and as soon as he walked into the room, he told me how happy he was that I’m “not a fatty”, and that it’s really not that much harder or dangerous to operate on fat people, he just hates them because his first love was a fat girl and she rejected him. I explained to him that this was not okay and directed him to this blog. Just goes to show how prevalent and dangerous thin privilege is!
today I googled Rebel Wilson because I saw an interesting post about her family and I wanted to see if it was true. The first two things that came up when I typed her name was “Rebel Wilson weight” and “Rebel Wilson weight loss.” To compare, I googled Anna Kendrick, a thin actress with similar notoriety that starred in Pitch Perfect with Rebel Wilson and the first two things that came up where “Anna Kendrick twitter” and “Anna Kendrick snl.” Thin privilege is your weight and/or plans to lose weight not being the first thing people need to know about you
My name’s Jess, I’m 26 and a size 22/24.
My (very thin) sister-in-law has started her own line of fashion basics, something that piqued my interest as there aren’t many stores in my town that cater to my size. As a favour, I have spent weeks completing hours of (unpaid) branding and design work (I’m a graphic designer) for her and have been actively contributing to the whole process since the beginning.
Now, all of that is fine and well. However, with the launch approaching she has started to become distant. My sister-in-law told me she was planning on having a group of her friends attend the launch wearing the line with the ‘launch day’ design (created by me). I asked her when she was going to receive the shirts we would be wearing (I wanted to find some cute tights to pair with it) only to be told that she was ‘sorry’ and that she didn’t want her potential customers ‘getting the wrong idea’ about her line.
..the wrong idea.
My body is not a fashion no-no. My body is not a negative association.
After everything I had done for her, after all the time and unpaid work I had provided her, that is what she gives me in return.
Trigger Warning! : Rapid weight loss, depression,
Thin Privilege is not being surprised when clothes start getting looser and having everyone act like weight lose due to depression is a good thing.
I recently fell into a depression because I had to leave my home and husband while we go threw immigration. Today I put on some shorts that were a bit tight when I first bought them and found them to be a bit saggy. My weight has always fluctuated but I have always remained a fat girl, this being said I was surprised because I had just wore these shorts a week ago and they were not this loose which means I lost a lot of weight in a little amount of time. When I brought this up to my mother she acted as if I should be happy that I am shedding so much weight so quickly. I’m not happy because it’s a side effect of my depression and loosing to much weight to quickly is more harmful that good. I’m fat because I love food and I love to eat and because my family is primarily fat people with the skinny ones being married and when I am unhappy, depressed, and miserable I don’t eat. I lose my appetite and desire to feed myself. This is NOT a good thing and I don’t appreciate people telling me that it’s a good thing to be depressed if it means I lose weight.
#eating disorder tw #weight loss mention #self harm tw
thin privilege is not being congratulated and encouraged to “keep going" when you rapidly lose weight because of your eating disorder.
i lost 60+ pounds in 5 months. and i keep being asked, “what’s your secret?”
my secret is that my whole life i’ve been growing up being told how disgusting my body is, how disgusting it is to be fat, how fat people are lazy and cry-babies and need to “get off their damn asses and just eat a salad” and it got to a point where i’ve ultimately decided that hurting myself and not eating for days is better, anything is better, than being fat.
thin privilege is living in a society where your body type is largely accepted and viewed as the ideal. and thin privilege is not being congratulated when you’re driven to such self-hate that you destroy yourself.