[Content Note: Fat hatred.]
"In that way, air travel is sadly familiar, a microcosm of what happens so often as a fat person. I am watched—and judged harshly—as I try—and fail—to fit into a space that was made for someone else. I am always too big, always too much, always unacceptable. I must make myself smaller and smaller, reducing and reducing endlessly, my stubborn body resisting at every turn. Still, I am never quite small enough to make anyone else comfortable."—Your Fat Friend, in a powerful essay which resonates strongly with me: "What it's like to be that fat person sitting next to you on the plane."
[H/T to Elle. Related Reading: A Life of Having.]