3645 posts tagged thin privilege
Thin privileged is everyone assuming that a skinny girl is overly physically active and therefore “healthy” just because she’s thin. Conversely, not-so-thin girls and women are ostracized for their appearance even though they may exercise more than the double-zero-sized “babe” who has never done a sit-up or sprinted in her entire life. People in the gym or anywhere it is possible to go for a run or bike ride view heavier girls and women as disgusting for “jiggling”. I used to exercise inside and outside a gym over an hour a day, six days a week, ate as healthily as I could AFFORD to, and was STILL considered fat because my pants size wasn’t in the single digits, even though I do have a small waist. People still looked disgusted just because hey had to see me when I came into the gym with running shorts on (that stopped at my knees) because the very tops of my thighs rubbed together when I walked. Around this time, I was a size 10/12. How can heavier women even make the effort to lose weight when they are being fat shamed throughout the duration of their exercise. Why is it unacceptable for heavier women to exercise with the “Fitness culture gods and goddesses of the gym” when they try to shame heavier women into exercising IN THE FIRST PLACE. People also tend to forget that supermodel skinny or just super skinny in general is all in one’s bone structure—genetics.
This story is a mix of thin privilege and hourglass-shape privilege.
When I gain weight, most of it goes to my butt and thighs. So I have a relatively small (for a fat woman) waist and stomach, but extremely large butt and thighs. This makes it very difficult for me to shop for clothes because clothing companies (even the plus-size ones) assume every woman’s hips are wider than their thighs. It’s practically impossible for me to find a pair of pants or shorts that fit (if I get a size big enough to fit my thighs, it’ll fall off my hips. But if I get a size small enough for my hips, I can’t get it past my thighs). So I’m basically stuck with wearing unflattering elastic-waisted broomstick skirts that haven’t been fashionable since the mid-2000s, because they are the only thing that’s comfortable for my legs AND fits past my thighs.
Don’t even get me started on the posters inside plus-sized stores that show women who, despite being large, have perfect hourglass shapes. They’re always decked out in sexy pencil skirts that show off their curves in just the right way, cute little blazers with tapered waists, flattering summer dresses with no straps cutting into their shoulders, or perfect fitting jeans that look like they’re made specifically for their bodies. I’d love to fit into these clothes. I really would! But you’re making it very difficult for me, plus-sized stores. You advertise these gorgeous items, yet I can’t get most of them onto my body!
Thin privilege is being able to jog whenever and wherever you want to. In order to avoid the ridicule and stares I get when I go running, I only run at night. I prefer to go out very late or when it’s raining because there will be less people out. However, my neighborhood is heavily patrolled by the police at night and I worry that I might get stopped because they might think I am running away from something. Because why else would a fat person be running through the neighborhood at night? Surely not to get exercise! It’s sad because most people don’t believe me when I say that I exercise often and I enjoy running. It’s also sad that privileged thin people are always saying that fat people should exercise, but when we run in public we are mocked. The hypocrisy sickens me.
In addition to the Plan B pill link that was shared earlier,
Thin privilege is having medical tests be open to people of your size and researched for people of your size.
The reason we don’t know if a larger dose will be safe or harmful and the reason that they didn’t know that the dosage wouldn’t be effective on larger bodies is because it hasn’t been tested yet. In fact, some medical testing centers will reject candidates for not being ‘healthy’ (AKA not having a ‘normal’ BMI) so they’re not even ATTEMPTING to test and see how medications work with larger bodies.
[tw: third party weight loss, third party dieting, fat shaming]
Thin privilege (and class privilege) are being able to say, “If I can do it, anyone can.”
Thin privilege (and class privilege) are the ability to afford and sustain oneself on a vegan, vegetarian, gluten-free, “paleo” or any such diet and then insist that it would be the best option for another person.
I have no intention to lose weight and I am perfectly happy with my dietary habits - which, not that it’s anyone else’s business, are balanced and healthy. I am not always happy with my appearance, but who is? I have bodily integrity and I assert my right to do whatever the fuck I want with my body, whether it pleases other people or not. I do not care who finds it morally or “objectively” disagreeable (i.e, faux health concern).
When my vegan, raw diet, organic-eating thin friends brag in front of me about how they lost 10 pounds from their already thin frame by cutting this or that out of their diet, and they feel SO much better, etc, and then turn to me and encourage me to try the same? This is what I hear: ”You’re fat. I lost a few pounds doing this, and I think you need to lose a few pounds, so I assume you need to lose a few pounds. I can afford the necessary materials for this diet, and I am willing to partake in this lifestyle, so I assume you are on the same page.”
It is not just that I can’t afford to eat strictly vegan, or organic foods (although I couldn’t even if I wanted to). I don’t want to eat that diet. I don’t want their dietary morals imposed on my body. I don’t want to hold myself to the standards they hold themselves to.
This is my body. My fat body. I am perfectly fine with it, and I will put my foot down to exercise my autonomy over my OWN body.
The assumed “audacity” and “apathy” I must possess in order to refuse such lifestyles is non other than thin privilege.
I wish cars had seatbelts that fit everyone. I am always super afraid of getting in a car with a friend/boyfriend/lover and trying the seatbelt and it not fit. My mother’s car’s seatbelt does NOT fit me. Driving her car gives me anxiety just because I do not own a seatbelt extender. My car’s seatbelt fits me fine. I should not worry that every make or model car may not fit, the seatbelt should be universal for every body.
Whenever people deny thin privilege, I just drop by my OkC account for proof that they are wrong.
His account btw
Are you fucking kidding me right now.
As a fat person, the guy is actually being really nice. I mean, he called me beautiful and then offered to work out with me and help me lose weight. Like honestly that sounds like my fucking dream guy. Meanwhile, your reaction makes him not want to be nice in the future. Your reaction makes people like him think that all people will react that way. He called you beautiful and THATs how you react? He probably thought “wow I tried to be nice and she was a bitch” Why would you react like that when so few people are nice. Like I get why “why would you love being fat” is a little offensive but he was genuinely curious.
You can call me a fat-shamer and block me, even though everyone knows that I am the farthest thing from a fat shamer. But it pisses me off that you took this guy who could’ve been a sweet friend and maybe boyfriend and acted like a total bitch, making him not want to be nice to others in the future, even though they might not be so fucking mean.
God and I thought I was over sensitive
Bitching someone out for being genuinely curious isn’t cool; especially when they’re just trying to understand and BEING AS RESPECTFUL AS POSSIBLE. Curiosity should be encouraged, because it’s far better to learn than be close-minded and ignorant.
oh good lord shut the fuck up
so bloody ignorant
Fat shamers generally don’t just feel entitled to tell someone that their existance is wrong and ought to be corrected. They feel entitled to think they are being nice when doing so. They feel entitled to bully and abuse and to be greated with grateful apologies from their targets. They feel entitled for their abuse to never be called abuse. They feel entitled to their own sense of respectfulness and to reflect their abuse back on their targets who are too “close-minded” to understand how polite they were being when they told you that you don’t deserve to be.
Thin privilege is being “skinny fat” but being able to deny thin privilege.
Basically, you have excess fat on your body and are not “toned” but you still appear small and wear smaller/straight sizes because of genetics or your skeletal structure. So you are accepted by others as thin.
You see yourself as “fat” but since everyone else sees you as being a small size, you do not experience the same oppression as larger fat people. But since you see yourself as fat, and you do not experience fat oppression, you can pretend it doesn’t exist and that there is no thin privilege because you experience those privileges despite not being thin, in your own opinion.
Thin privilege is being able to discard what society thinks of your body size in favor of your own opinions, because no one calls you fat or actively oppresses you, you think it must be the experience of all fat people because you count yourself among them. Thin privilege is being unable to realize when everyone else treats you one way despite seeing yourself a different way.
Thin privilege is also calling yourself “fat” when you still fit a societal norm for “regular” sized people, and having everyone else tell you how thin you are instead. With thin privilege you can ignore society expectation and pay attention only to what you think, because no one else subjects you to this criticism.
I’m a preschool teacher in a small private school. The director of the school is obsessed with weight loss and “health,” and she takes every opportunity to mock and police two teachers who happen to be quite large when she’s alone with me (I am on the thin side).
At the beginning of the year she wanted to buy all the teachers school t-shirts. When I walked in early for work, she asked if I wanted small or medium, gave me my shirts and then said “What size do you think Ann wears? 3X? 4X? Do they even make a 4X?” and laughed. I barely knew Ann and there was no reason I should know her shirt size. I just responded very coldly that I had no idea and she should ask Ann about her preferences. The director then loudly asked a couple more people who worked in the building what size they thought this teacher wore and kept laughing about it.
Thin privilege is knowing that your clothing size isn’t discussed behind your back for other people’s amusement. Thin privilege is being invited to participate in making fun of fat women by other thin people who never question whether all people our size believe we are superior.
(note: Ann is not her real name.)
(I don’t know if I should be submitting, but the size difference between myself and my partner really makes me aware of thin privilege, because it’s easy to see how our experiences and how people react to us differ).
I’m in law school, and need good clothes for interviews and internships. I’m a size 4/6, and my partner is 20/22. I also hate shopping. My partner helped me pick all of my outfits, and she kept encouraging me to try on more things and show her.
I was frustrated by the crowds and didn’t want to try on more than a few things. So I almost snapped at her. I wanted to say something to the effect of not being a Barbie she could dress up. Then, I remembered how she had complained that clothes she wanted cost twice as much because she’s plus-sized, and she has to order a lot of things online.
She might not really ever be able to get the experience of trying on well-fit, cheap clothes at a chain store. Thin privilege is being able to do that yourself, instead of having to live it through your partner.
[tw: fat hate, public shaming, body dysphoria, slight physical violation]
In seventh grade, I literally woke up one morning with hips, a butt, and bigger breasts, and a multitude of stretchmarks to go with it. My parents, bitterly divorced, always fought over whose turn it was to buy me clothes; as a result, I often got no new clothes at all.
I was going through what I call my “desperately girly” phase. It would be eight years before I’d realize I was queer, but in the meantime I didn’t understand why I just “wasn’t into” the same stuff the girls around me were. I didn’t understand how to do my hair, wear lip-gloss, dress in a stereotypically “feminine” way. I didn’t understand why my body was not stick thin and hipless, and why I felt miserable and like an alien in my own skin. I “realized” it must be because I was “fat.”
So I spent that year wearing lipgloss, fighting with my hopelessly curly hair, and trying to dress the part, looking girly and “thin.” I tried to do it in clothes that were often times too old and too small, and achieved the exact opposite of what I was trying to go for.
That was never clearer than in 7th grade math class. The teacher was an older, severe woman who had come out of retirement as a favor to the principal and never let us forget it. One day, as we were doing silent study, she came over, crouched down beside me, and grabbed the two inches of skin and fat on my midriff that was bared when I leaned over in my too-small shirt. ”Do you think anyone wants to see that?” She stage-whispered to me, her voice dripping with disapproval. The people around me shifted and snickered. Her fingers were cold on my skin, touching me in public in a place no one but my doctor and my mother had ever touched. It was just my stomach, but I was still violated, humiliated, and crushed.
"Wear bigger clothes. You’ll look better." She patted me on the shoulder "comfortingly," and went back to the front of the class, leaving me to stare down at my mathwork that was now smeared with tears. That day was not the last time I tried to look "pretty," but it was the last time I ever did so without knowing before I’d even started that I’d already failed.
In the years since, I’ve gained an untold amount of weight from emotional and physical factors. Some mornings, when I look in the mirror, I still hear her voice, saying “Do you think anyone wants to see that?” And I know the answer is no.
thin-privilege is not having your self-doubts confirmed by teachers. It’s not being violated physically by someone in charge of you to point out the ways in which you’re inferior. Thin privilege is not having the *adults* start the taunting the kids will gladly continue for the next two years. Thin-privilege is not having the world around you reinforce the ways you already hate yourself.
Thin privilege isn’t having the press-released propaganda for new anti-obesity articles sent to you in order to argue that
- you somehow don’t deserve to be treated like other people,
- discriminating against you and trying to eliminate you is okay,
- other characteristic-based groups don’t have increased risk of certain health problems (pale-skinned people experience a greater risk of melanoma, for instance, and males and females experience varied risks for certain diseases, as do tall people, etc)
Thin privilege (and able-bodied privilege) isn’t having your very existence medicalized*, even though every body is individual and everyone has different risks based on membership in various overlapping groups, and very often has no control over their membership in these groups (or the switch out of the group is worse than shouldering the risks of membership).
Thin privilege (and able-bodied privileged) is not having rights arguments depend on the state of your body.
Thin privilege isn’t having entire fields of medical specialization and industries profit off the declaration that your body is a disease that needs to be cured at all cost.
Thin privilege isn’t seeing any similarity between the medicalization of fatness and previous moral panics in (recent!) history over the health status of people in other marginalized groups.
Thin privilege isn’t being the center of a anti-you propaganda storm, where any and all statistical evidence that you need to be annihilated is trumpeted from every news outlet, but the greater body of evidence that suggests your health is just as complicated and individual as anyone else’s, and that your body deserves care and comprehension instead of change and annihilation, is ignored.
*I do recognize that very thin people are sometimes mistaken for having a restrictive eating disorder when they don’t, and that’s wrong.
thin privilege is fitting into a “one size fits all”
Thin privilege is not being told people of your weight are a threat to national security.
Thin privilege is not having to worry that when you send family photos or home movies of yourself and your child to relatives and friends the response you get will be about your size/health instead of how happy you look or what a great kid you have.
Thin privilege is not having to worry that someday your daughter will be made to feel embarrassed by these happy, loving moments captured on film because people will focus in on her fat mom and not what an adorable child she was or how loved and happy she seems.
Thin privilege is not stressing out about attending school or extra-curricular activities for fear of other children or their parents hurting your child’s feelings making comments about your weight.
Thin privilege is not worrying that someday potential partners will turn down dates with your daughter because they’re worried she’ll end up fat like you.