A year ago I hated flying. Southwest was daunting. Would they toss me or make me buy a second seat? I always needed an extender. I spent the whole flight pressed against the window trying to not encroach on my seatmates.
I flew again yesterday. No extender needed. There were plenty of seats open and someone chose the center seat beside me instead of another open one. I pressed against the window out of habit but wasn't uncomfortable. The arm rest against the window wasn't gouging into me.
I caught sight of my reflection at my destination and it hit me...I'm still fat but I don't stand out as huge anymore. I'm starting to blend in with the crowd again. I'm more visible but less remarkable at the same time.
That's pretty frigging cool.