Thin Privilege Yes, I have thin privilege.  I have the privilege of wiping my own ass. I have the privilege of other normal humans finding me attractive. I have the privilege of possessing enough self-control, that, even in a world overflowing in abundance of sweet, fatty food, I can regulate myself so I don't die of a heart attack at age 30. I have the privilege of fitting into an airline seat without pissing off everyone around me and throwing a loud, embarrassing public bitch-fit. I have the privilege of going to a doctor and not telling them to fuck off when they suggest I try to save my life by losing some weight. I have the privilege of not having to hold up my rolls with a board to be able to have sex. I have the privilege of a large selection of clothing to choose from. I have the privilege of not throwing a delusional fit whenever someone mentions weight loss. Yeah, I have a fucking privilege not to live as a total animal.  No, I'm not going to tone it down so fat fucks can feel better about themselves. I put in the willpower, the time, the effort to earn this privilege. I earned this. And I'm going to fucking enjoy it.