From the infamous TITP tumblr:
Last week, I decided to visit my favorite Mexican restaurant during my lunch break. I was sitting in the waiting area, chatting with everyone else in queue, when a little girl jumped from her family’s table and flew over to us. “I’m gonna sing for you while ya wait!” she said with a giggle. She then launched into a rambling, incoherent mess that was clearly made up on the spot. Now, why am I being so harsh on this little girl?
Her “song,” such as it was, told of two fat women who went to a Mexican restaurant. They proceeded to stuff themselves with food while uncontrollably farting. (Of course!! What else would those daaaaaaamn fats do??!) When they got down to their last taco, they had a fight over it. After a brief kerfuffle, one died of a heart attack, leaving the other to happily eat the taco, then steal food from the other restaurant patrons.
When the performance was over, I gave that little girl the most unamused glare I could muster. The rest of the waiting room? Cheers and applause from a thin family, “aaawwwws” from two thin girls, and one humiliated fatty: Me. I excused myself from the restaurant, and ate a granola bar by the dumpsters at work.
Thin privilege is enjoying a meal without being reminded that your existence repulses and horrifies others.