I’m obese. 100 lbs or more over my best body weight; I think that’s morbidly obese. It sucks, mightily, but I’m working on solving that problem.
Luckily, I don’t spill over on airplanes. I’m 250 lbs, 53-48-53 (whee, perfect hourglass figure, now if only I was measuring a little less time :D) and let me tell you, on the plane I take to Dallas in two weeks, I am going to be insanely uncomfortable.
It takes effort not to spill. Heck, if I had my druthers, I would flip up that armrest and take up two seats…kick back and relax, stretch my everlovin’ arms, the whole drill. Sometimes I flip up the armrest as soon as I get into the seat in the desperate hope that the plane will be underbooked.
But as soon as someone starts coming into my aisle, my posture changes. I flip the armrest down and get into my space-saving position – arms hugged close to myself, body pressed as close to the fuselage as possible. I can’t do my favorite thing on an airplane – just reading, pure and simple – because I haven’t the room. All my body is squeezed into the space I’ve paid for. I’m in incredible discomfort, but I don’t like being touched by strangers either.
So MOL – I feel for ya, darlin’.
But.
You’re not going to be able to require that people sit in bigger seats. At least, not you personally, unless you run an airline. If a company I flew with frequently asked me my weight or measurements when I bought a ticket, I would hang up the phone and fly with another company.
I know how it is to get crowded out of your seat by someone else, without even a murmured apology or even a worried glance. (Then again, I also remember one flight where a large man, upon taking the middle seat, looked at my fourteen-year-old-and-much-smaller self worriedly and offered to sit on the aisle to give both of us more space.) Especially when said person is hot, sweaty, unwashed, icky, etc. That’s unpleasant, and I don’t wish it on anyone.
But you’re going to have to deal with it. I’m glad that you didn’t shout at the woman who sat next to you, I’m glad that you didn’t harangue the check-in staff. You’re within your rights to complain to the company (hey, maybe you’ll get a free ticket!), and it’s your own business whether you do so.
And remember that any obese individual has to live with themselves every day of their life. They have to squeeze themselves in and out of their car, their favorite chair, the booth at the restaurant. They have to deal with the fact that walking too far tires them out, that a jog around their block douses them in sweat, that they cannot look in the mirror without feeling physically ill.
If that makes you feel sad, cool. If not, you can at least take a little joy in the fact that, while you’re going to be uncomfortable for a few hours, they’re going to be uncomfortable for years.