traveling plussize by Alison Zwecker
As a woman who also happens to be fat, there are a lot of upsetting things that can and have been said to me over the years, but I have to admit, there is one really gut-wrenching comment that never ceases to cause me anxiety and panic: “Hey girl, wanna go on a summer vay-cay??!?” Because, as a fat person, traveling on public transportation... well, it sucks. It sucks from the moment I realize that I have to buy a ticket to choosing a seat to checking-in to finally arriving at my destination. And then, throughout
my trip- my wonderful, exciting, relaxing, trip- a part of me will start the worry-cycle again and will begin obsessing about that potentially tumultuous journey back. I worried about traveling when I was a size 18 and when I was a size 28. More than the, “Hey, I wonder if this sketchy, super cheap tour guide who has no references or even a website is a good idea to book for a wilderness trek?” or the “Should I be concerned about fitting 4 really fat girls into a double bed?” I spend my trip thinking obsessively, “What do I do if the