Dear Thin Friend,
We’ve been planning this trip for months, and the day is finally here. I’m so excited to be embarking on this adventure with you. It fills me with joy to be travelling with you to far-off lands to experience new cultures and reach a level of relaxation neither of us has felt for months. The prospect of getting out of our comfort zones makes my soul tingle, as does jumping headfirst into new and exciting territory with you. I just want a cocktail in my hand and you by my side and I will be a happy person.
Before we embark on this journey together, though, I think we need to chat.
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You’ve never lived in a body like mine. Your view of the world and of experiences like travelling are viewed through the rose-coloured glasses of thin privilege. For this I do not blame you, but I know from living in a bigger body my entire life that there are things we need to consider when travelling: things that might not have occurred to you. I hope that after reading this you will go on our vacation with freshly opened eyes and a newfound respect for what it’s like to be a fat traveller.
Flights are uncomfortable for everyone. I understand that. Sitting in one position for thirteen hours is never going to be comfortable. But do you see me? Note how I sit with my legs crossed and my arms folded, and how I’ve pushed myself up against the wall of the plane. I know you feel my thighs; there is not enough room in my space for all of me. So my thighs have spilled under the armrest and into your assigned seat. I pray that you don’t draw attention to this. I am aware of how much space I take up, trust me. I am uncomfortable and self-conscious. I won’t get up during the flight. It’s awkward for me to stand up and get you to move, and I don’t want to draw attention to myself. I am consciously trying to take up less space. So just shuffle over a little and we’ll get through this together.