I’ve always tried not to trouble anyone. Yes, I’m a plus-size woman — I have my own health problems, and I’ve been living with them for years. But to avoid paying attention or leading to discomfort, I always buy two plane tickets.
My space — my responsibility. It’s not a luxury, it’s a matter of respect for myself and for others.
That’s what I did this time too.
I took my seat — two seats by the window — settled in, put on my headphones, and mentally set up for the flight.
Everything was normal until she boarded. A stunning girl. Slim, narrow waist, long legs, tight pants and a light top.
Shampoo-commercial hair. Everything about her yelled: I’m perfect. I didn’t draw her much attention, but I felt her slow down next to me.
Then immediately she mocked and said sharply:
“Ugh.”
I slowly departed one headphone. “Excuse me, are you talking to me?”
She didn’t answer — just looked at me like I was a stain on an otherwise spotless surface. “I’m not sitting next to you.”
I took a deep breath.
“You don’t have to. These are my seats — both of them. Here are the tickets.”
“How can someone let themselves go like this?
Have you seen yourself in a mirror?”
For a second, everything became dark. I’d heard this before — on the street, in stores, online. But never like this — in person, face to face, tangled in a closed space.
“I have health issues,” I said calmly. “And I don’t owe you any clarification.”
I turned to the window, hoping she’d leave. But she didn’t stop.
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