I remember the first time this hit me was when I attended a Key Club state conference in Orlando. My all-girl private high school along with two other primarily Hispanic private schools from Miami combined raised far more charitable donations than the entire rest of the hundred or so schools represented from across the state. I met a student from Southwest Florida about 100 miles away, who couldn’t believe we were Hispanic. His perception of “Latinos” were the poor, uneducated Mexican migrant workers who worked the farms outside of his city. We were like unicorns to him.
Why Are We Still Calling Out Women On Their Skinny Privilege?
You’re one to talk, sorry, but you’re skinny. You wouldn’t understand,” she said. Her words, casual yet cutting, lingered in the air of the locker…