They wanted to kick me off the plane because of my excess weight! I had to put those heartless people in their place
I’m sixty-three, and for most of my life, I’ve tried to make peace with the body I live in. My weight isn’t from neglect or gluttony—it’s the result of a medical condition that wrecked my metabolism years ago. Still, that rarely matters to anyone else. People see a body like mine and feel entitled to…