What it’s like to be that fat person sitting next to you on the plane.
Your Fat Friend

This makes me so sad. I haven’t experienced that on a plane- yet. I flew a couple of years ago, and didn’t have that fear.

But now…the last couple of years I’ve been able to afford to go to baseball games in my hometown. I LOVE baseball. But- depending on where I get a seat, it is incredibly uncomfortable.

Trying to make myself smaller- I fit in the seats, but just so. Despite the fact that anywhere, with anyone, you would share the armrest…I’m looked at with what feels like hatred when sitting next to someone. Like- “You better not fucking think you’re putting your arm here!”

Or, despite the fact I’m not touching the person next to me, they shift away uncomfortably. Continually glancing at me throughout- “Why is this fatty still here??”

I only go if I can go with more than one person, and sit in between them. It’s hell otherwise.

And still- while everyone with me gets the traditional snacks, etc…and maybe I didn’t eat today to feel less guilt about getting popcorn or a hotdog- I don’t know if I dare buy anything. The fucking looks I get.

How dare you eat! How dare you eat in front of people! How dare you come out in public, looking like THAT.

I don’t know if I’ll go this year.

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