You might assume that purchasing an extra airplane seat would bring peace and respect—but sometimes, it just opens the door to unexpected hostility.
What unfolded on my recent flight wasn’t just about where I sat; it became a confrontation over boundaries, attitudes, and the silent prejudice that hides behind casual cruelty.
My name is Carly. For 32 years, I’ve lived in a body that invites constant commentary—from strangers judging what I buy to subtle shaming simply for existing in public spaces.
Because of this, whenever I travel alone, I always buy two seats on the plane. It’s not about indulgence or comfort—it’s about securing my dignity and space.
On a recent work trip, I spent $176 on an extra seat to avoid the usual discomfort of squeezing next to a judgmental passenger. I boarded early, settled into my window and middle seats, and tried to relax.
Then, a couple appeared—him confident, her radiant—and without hesitation, they plopped down in the seat I had paid for.
“Excuse me,” I said, “I actually bought both of these seats.”
They laughed. “Wait, seriously? You bought two seats just for yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Well, it’s empty,” he replied, brushing me off as he sat down.
His girlfriend added with a sneer, “It’s no big deal. You’re just being a fat jerk.”
Her words stung, but I kept my composure and said, “Fine. Keep it.”
Once airborne, I pulled out a large bag of chips and made sure to use every inch of space I had purchased—nudging him gently, occupying the armrests unapologetically.
Eventually, he lost his patience and summoned a flight attendant. She reviewed the records and confirmed my purchase of both seats.
He was promptly told to move back to 22C. As he left, his girlfriend spat, “You really need two seats just because you’re fat? Pathetic.”
I reported her comment immediately.
The crew took it seriously and filed a harassment report on my behalf.
After we landed, I followed up to ensure everything was documented properly.
A few days later, I received an email informing me the couple had been flagged—and as recognition, I was awarded 10,000 bonus miles.
That flight was a stark reminder:
People like me are often pressured to shrink ourselves, to disappear. But I paid for my space, and I have every right to occupy it fully.
Next time someone tries to shame me or push me out of my rightful place? I’ll be ready.
This experience taught me a powerful truth: everyone deserves respect and the space they’ve earned—no matter their size or appearance. Society may try to silence or erase people like me, but I’ve learned to stand tall and claim my place without apology. And if anyone tries to take it away again, I won’t back down.