While at the NAAFA Convention, I heard of a type of privilege that I hadn’t heard of before, but it makes perfect sense.
I’ve often wondered why my life as a fat person was not as difficult as it is for many.
This explains it, at least in part.
I don’t want to brag, but I have always been “pretty”.
I’m not gorgeous.
I’m not stunning.
But I am pretty.
And that has been to my advantage.
It’s not something I strived for (although, when I want/need to, I can doll myself up a bit).
But the truth is, pretty people have it a bit easier in life.
Or at least it can offset some of the oppression one might otherwise have to deal with.
Just something to think about.