A girl on the plane demanded I be removed because of my weight — but I got my revenge and showed her you can’t treat people like that
I’ve always tried not to inconvenience 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 drawing attention or causing 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 prepared for the flight. Everything was calm until she boarded. A stunning girl. Slim, narrow waist, long legs, tight pants and a light top. Shampoo-commercial hair. Everything about her screamed: I’m perfect.
I didn’t pay her much attention, but I felt her slow down next to me. Then suddenly she scoffed and said sharply:
“Ugh.”
I slowly took off one headphone.
“Excuse me, are you talking to me?”
She didn’t answer — just looked at me like I was a stain on an otherwise spotless surface.
“I’m not sitting next to you.”
I took a deep breath.
“You don’t have to. These are my seats — both of them. Here are the tickets.”
“How can someone let themselves go like this? Have you seen yourself in a mirror?”
For a second, everything went dark. I’d heard this before — on the street, in stores, online. But never like this — in person, face to face, trapped in a closed space.
“I have health issues,” I said calmly. “And I don’t owe you any explanation.”
I turned to the window, hoping she’d leave. But she didn’t stop. Her voice grew louder. Passengers began turning around.
“People like you shouldn’t even be flying. It’s unnatural!”
I was boiling inside. Furious. And then — I did something I don’t regret at all That girl will remember this day for a long time. Part two in the first comment
I stood up, fingers shaking, and pressed the call button. A flight attendant arrived almost immediately — tall, confident, in uniform.
“Is something wrong?”
“Yes. I’d like to report harassment and verbal abuse.” I showed my two tickets. “This girl is insulting me and demanding my seat.”
At first the attendant looked surprised, but then she saw my calmness and trembling lips and turned to “perfection.”
“Ma’am, may I see your ticket please?”
The girl curled her lip and handed it over. Her seat wasn’t even next to mine. It was in another row. She simply had to say she “wasn’t going to sit next to someone like me.”
The attendant firmly but politely asked her to go to her assigned seat. The girl rolled her eyes, began arguing, and loudly complained about “discrimination against slim people.” And then, something happened I didn’t expect at all.
A few minutes later, the head flight attendant came over and said:
“Ma’am, by the captain’s decision, you are being asked to leave the aircraft due to misconduct and failure to comply with crew instructions. Please collect your belongings.”
She went pale. Screamed. Threatened to file complaints. But 10 minutes later, she was escorted off the plane. The same flight attendant came to me and quietly said:
“We’re sorry for this incident. And thank you for your composure.”
After takeoff, they brought me a free dessert and a note from the crew: You are strong. And worthy. Thank you for your kindness.
I’m not looking for approval. I’m just tired of living by other people’s standards.