Once upon a time, I was a thin woman.
I didn’t actually consider myself “thin,” because our culture is so very fatphobic that no one except the very thinnest of women is allowed to consider herself thin. But I was a thin woman.
My thinness afforded me massive amounts of privilege that I was able to completely ignore because that is how privilege works. And I moved through the world, considering myself “normal size” (not realising how totally messed up that was) and also considering myself a great ally to fat people.
It was mostly really great! I mean, I got to shop literally wherever I wanted because, unless it was a company exclusively for toddlers, everyone made something in my size. People hardly ever asked me invasive questions about my health. I enjoyed eating literally whatever I wanted to with minimal backlash, and pretty much all public spaces were sized appropriately for me.
Top Comments
How does any of this help anyone? What is it that you are trying to do with this article? You cannot tell people who are being skinny shamed that their experiences do not matter because someone else has it worse. No one should be told that their body is "wrong" in anyway.
I'm fat and I have been shame but there is no way that I would use that to deny someone else's feelings at being skinny shamed.
I don't think its really that helpful to say one is worse than the other. The author sounds like a pretty eloquent and happy person, but there are people who are thin who also suffer from horrendous anxiety/social phobia etc. and to whom hurtful words about their body, (comments on their chest size, not being "womanly" enough, etc) can cut right through them, we should not belittle their experience.
I think a more helpful to just acknowledge that making jokes/nasty comments about a person's body is not on. Lets stop making everything a competition and lets focus our anger on the arsholes making the nasty remarks rather than on the reactions of the victims.