Growing up, my family wasn’t exactly the travel type of family. In fact, my first experience on a plane wasn't until I was 22. At that time, my job required me to fly to Dallas. This trip wasn't a vacation, but I would have a chance to see a new city.
It was my first taste of the travel life, and I had dreamed about this day forever!
As the trip approached, doubt and fear began to creep into my mind. Most of the stories I had heard about heavier people flying were terrifying. We’ve all heard them. . . the stories of heavier people having to purchase two seats just so they can fit, or of average-sized people getting angry because they feel too crowded sitting next to a heavier person.