Seats in airplanes always seem to be getting smaller.
Some of us are left to squeeze into the tight spaces, while others are left to buy two seats or not fly at all.
An anonymous fat person has penned an essay explaining the perspective of a fat person on a plane.
“My breath tightens immediately when the call comes. It’s my boss’s boss, telling me there’s an important meeting in another city. Or maybe it’s a friend, inviting me to her wedding in California. Sometimes, it is a family member who’s health is failing, and the time has come to say goodbye,” the woman starts in the essay, which was published on Medium.
My heart is pounding ... I will have to get on a plane. And I am fat.
