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For years and years I didn’t go to Disneyland, fearful that I would wedge myself into Space Mountain only to be unable to get out again. The fact that I was terrified of roller coasters had nothing to do with it, I swear. When the opportunity for a four-day family trip to Disney came up recently, I was raring to go. So what if I couldn’t wrangle myself out of a seat? That’s what all those smiling Disney employees are there for!
As it turned out, (almost) all of my fears-turned-potential-opportunities-for-fat-activism were unfounded. I fit in all the rides and rode every single one, and there were fat people everywhere doing the same.
Walking out the gate at night is a reluctant return to the mundane world after time spent in a truly “Magic Kingdom.” Part of the magic comes from the fact that Disney is a place where fat people (and in fact, all types of people) can have a great time without having to worry about fitting in. Overall, I had a terrific time at Disneyland, and can recommend it to all the fatsos out there who are looking for theme-park-style fun.
