While at the NAAFA Convention, I heard of a type of privilege that I hadn’t heard of before, but it makes perfect sense.

Pretty privilege.

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.