taking up space unapologetically. He finally snapped and called over a flight attendant. She checked the records and confirmed: I owned both seats. He was ordered back to 22C. As he stomped away, his girlfriend hissed, “You really needed two seats just for being fat?

Pathetic.” I calmly reported her comment to the flight crew. The attendant took it seriously and filed a harassment report. When we landed, I made sure the airline had it in writing. Days later, I got an email: the couple had been flagged, and I was credited 10,000 bonus miles for the mistreatment. That flight reminded me of something important: people like me are constantly told to shrink, to make ourselves invisible. But I paid for my space — and I deserve to exist in it fully. And next time someone tries to shame me out of it? I’ll be ready.