Short Privilege is not having your legs squashed in planes and sustaining serious injuries by it
Last year during spring break, me and a few of the gals took a plane to New York. To put things in perspective, we're all on the plus-size height-wise, and not afraid to show it, going from 5'11 to me at a luscious 6'5. We've all had a few dirty looks in public before, and of course heard little children ask their parents why we're such "giants". But this time, it was worse: the level of altophobia was sickening.
It all started when, after an exhausting morning of queueing, I discovered that I simply could not fit into my seat: My legs were too long. I pressed the button for the flight attendant, who took could barely hide her laughter at me. I told her there was no way that my legs could fit in. She told there was nothing she could do so I was forced to endure the whole flight with my legs squashed. This severely hurt my knees and I was unable to do any physical activity for a whole week. Why should it be that only short people can sit comfortably on planes?
Short Privilege is not having your legs squashed in planes and getting serious injuries by it