I hate flying, no I really really do. My general fear of height doesn’t even factor in here. It’s not because I’m afraid of a big metal object full of people and freight suddenly realising it has no business being up thousand of miles in the sky. It’s not even about the really horrible new scanners that will let the secruity people know exactly what is under my clothes. I hate flying because of the room.

As a self professed FAT chick(that’s Fabulous And Thick  Chick incase your curious)and tall person (5’11 and 2/3rds exactly) flying means actual physical pain. to start with i’m shoved into a tiny space with my elbow viaing for the 2.3 inches on armrest shared with the guy next to me, and my knees have been foled up to my chin due having on 5inch infron of me and I ALWAYS get stuck with the guy who reclines soon as the seatbelt light goes out. Things seem to have gotten out of hand about this whole issue with most people pointing their bony fingers at the zaftig flyers, and now even the airlines are joining the pointing.

No one has seemed to stop and think maybe the problem isn’t the fat people, maybe it’s the face that the airlines have JAMMED US IN LIKE BLOODY SARDINES! It seems every year the seats get smaller(for the record I have not changed in boddy mass or size in 8 years when I lost 75 pounds) soon a toddler is going to find themselves cramped on an airplane. If these airlines REALLY cared about their customers they would expand the seats to alow you atleast breath your own  BLOODY air. So I say to you is it us big boned gals faults that the airlines have determined that nicole richie is an average sized human?

NO

* all uses of fat here are used in a size positive and reclaimed sense, yes i am fat and if you don’t like it don’t stay…

This rant has been brought to you by midnight ramblings and winegums!