I was just leaving the ASDAH (Association for Size Diversity and Health) Conference and feeling pretty empowered. I had spoken about the injustice of weight stigma in health care. The inspiring conference goers helped me to recognize that more needed to be done. I started with my flight home. I was on the ‘pick your own seat’ airline which openly provides the opportunity to shame or stigmatize people based on their appearance. I was in one of the later boarding groups and you could see people slowly moving down the aisle weighing their options for the dreaded middle seat. Baby, old person, black sisters, which was the lesser of the evils to sit between for the 2 hr ride home? In the midst of this uncomfortable social exercise, I spotted an uncomfortable participant. A young fat male was sitting in the aisle seat of 2 exit rows seats sweating and full of shame. He could feel the cold glares as people looked at him and how he spilled into the seat to his left. The frustration was palpable. How dare he take up two seats?! This was a full flight and someone was going to have to share that space with him. This was my opportunity. I just left a conference professing my love for people of all sizes. Now was my opportunity to show it. I didn’t want him to wait until the seat next to him was the last seat and an angry passenger made him feel even worse about the space he was takin up on this earth. I decided to voluntarily occupy that seat. I didn’t mind if his thigh touched mine or the arm rest could not be lowered. Wasn’t this a change to show some human kindness and compassion? I initially felt the tension in his body as he attempted to remain rigid and keep within the socially accepted norms of his existence. I quietly asked, “Are you comfortable?’. I was trying to provide an opportunity for him to adjust himself without feeling shame or judgment. He took the cue and made efforts to re-position his body. As the flight prepared to take off, I sent telepathic messages through my right thigh that I didn’t mind that his was touching mine. This area was for us to share. As we ascended into the air, I could feel his tension dissipate. I could tell that he had mentally prepared himself for a long shame-filled journey and now that the dirty work of seat selection had passed, he could relax. The protest was small but impactful. I was able to witness the fear in his eyes as he prepared for the shame and judgement he had undoubtedly encountered before. that arise from inhibition spaces that were not designed for you and how one act of kindness can change fear into freedom. I challenge you to see life through the lens of someone who is not routinely welcomed in a space that you are inhabiting. Do we need to change culture so that airplanes are accessible to all? Absolutely! However, in the interim, ask yourself what ways you can help those voices that may fade into the background be seen and heard. Social justice protests don’t have to be large rallies on a national stage. We can start with mini protests against injustice in our day to day lives.