So after my last thin privileges post about how thin people love themselves people have been saying “but some thin people have depression”.
WHAT! I HATE THIN PEOPLE MORE NOW.
You are blessed with a nice body, why would you go and get depression?! You people disgust me, you should be grateful for what you have and not selfharm or have mental illness you ungrateful privileged idiots! I hate thin privileges.
This is gold. Right here. Gold. First, I gotta give you props for your assumption that all thin people were “blessed” with their bodies. Like, some of them might have just worked their asses off to obtain theirs, in which case they fucking EARNED the right to be happy about it, but of course they should know better than to find something about their lives to be proud of when it so clearly makes YOU sad.
But hey, I’m not ignorant, I understand that some people are just naturally more able to achieve thinness. But…from the way you talk, you almost make it sound like “thin” is equivalent to “better.” So much better that it’s supposedly an instant miracle cure for depression. Hm, where else do you hear that kinda thing? You know, besides from the mainstream beauty standards that contribute to these systemic privileges in the first place.
But then there’s the utter crown jewel of this stunning piece: the idea that people just “choose” to have depression. Yes. That is exactly how it works. Someone just up and decides that their life isn’t quite the abysmal void that they were hoping for, so they walk on down to the Shithole Store and buy themselves a nice spoonful of black liquid sorrow. You don’t just DECIDE to stop having depression. NOBODY asks for it. And for someone who’s so worked up about triggers, you’re sure saying some things that could sound damn triggering to the people who are fighting tirelessly to escape that illness.
But seriously, kudos. That was beautiful. And I’m glad we have people like you around to help perpetuate the negative public image that has so long plagued the feminist movement.