Thin privilege

So, yesterday, I ran out of coffee & went to get some from the cafe just around the corner from the lab.

An older lady, also a customer, handed me the milk I was reaching for. She also handed me some sugar packets.

My tutu(ish)-covered bottom, tights, leg-warmers & I declined the sugar.

The lady looks me up and down:
"Oh, hon, u can afford the calories. Love yourself. You deserve it.”
*pats me on the back*

Now, I know I have thin privilege as the world doesn't treat the space my body lives in as bad.

I know I can wear tulle skirts (some people call it tutu) and experiment with different outfits and people will call it chic or bohemian or eclectic. Or just weird.

I know retailers mostly (not always) cater to folks like me.

I know I don't live in a space where people are *constantly* judging my personality and choices, or writing me off as having poor self-control. People don't sneer when I say I am studying inhibitory control in my PhD.

I know healthcare professionals are more likely to take my concerns about my health seriously because people are more likely to assume health problems in a bigger and/or obese person are caused by weight.

But, seriously, assuming I don't love myself because I dressed ballerina-like and passed on the sugar is just WTAF.