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.