I’m about to tell you about an experience I had that prompted me to ask you this question:
Are there things that you are scared to do because of the size of your body. Skydiving? Rockclimbing?
Tell me all about them! I’ll put my 5’4 280 pound body through as many of the things as possible and blog about them here (if you’ve read my Fat Girl Waxing then you’ve seen the results of a similar experiment).
Just leave a comment here or click here to send an e-mail (let me know if you want me to keep it anonymous) and I’ll try the things out and let you know how it goes!
Here’s my story:
I’m not afraid of airplanes because of my size. I fit in a seat, I bring my own seatbelt extender, and if I ever get thrown off a plane for being fat I will calmly insist that anyone who has shoulders that are too broad to fit in their space, or legs that are too long to fit in their space be carted off with me. I’ve scripted and practiced exactly what I’ll say. (I’m very aware of how dorky that sounds but absent the practice I just get all screamy and bitchy and emotional and then I’m just the screaming, bitchy, emotional fat girl and I’ve found that to be pretty ineffective). So I feel comfortable with flying – expecting the best but prepared for the worst which is one of my general life philosophies.
Except that I went on a trip recently and I realized walking into the airport that at least one of my traveling companions would be really uncomfortable with me making such a scene. I should have thought about it and dealt with it beforehand but I didn’t and I didn’t want to bring it up at the airport.
Had it come down to it I absolutely would have stuck up for myself on the plane, but as we were walking through security I started to feel really anxious. I realized how much I just wanted everything to go smoothly, and how little control I had of the situation, and I started to be scared that it wouldn’t go well. Had I gained weight since the last time I flew? Had the airlines become more strict? Should I rethink my scripting?
Everything was fine. In fact, the flight attendant at one point tried to take my seatbelt extender to give to someone else saying “I knew you didn’t need it, I figured it was left over from the last passenger”. (I don’t typically need it but I figure it’s worth the $40 to travel with piece of mind). I explained it was mine, and offered to let someone borrow if if they ran out of extenders. She didn’t even know that you could buy one of your own so I got to do a little education there. Anyway, it all worked out, and I didn’t have any problems, but I found myself feeling pretty panicked getting on each plane, all the while acting calm and cheerful to make sure that my friend was comfortable. Again, all stuff that could have been dealt with by better communication on my part and that’s a lesson I’ve learned (again!) for next time. It was my first experience of being scared to get on an airplane and it wasn’t fun.
Leave a comment here or click here to e-mail me (let me know if you want me to keep it anonymous) and I’ll try the things out and let you know how it goes!
~Ragen “Ain’t Skeerd” Chastain