I entered the elevator: inside there were already two men, a mother with her child, and a woman around fifty. The doors almost closed, but the elevator didn’t move. On the screen, the warning appeared: “Overweight. One passenger must exit.”

Everyone immediately turned toward me. Nobody said anything outright, but their looks said it all: “You’re fat — get out.”

— “Madam, could you step out? We’re in a hurry,” said the older woman.

— “I’m not a madam, I’m only nineteen,” I replied.

— “Oh God, at that age to let yourself go like that… Girl, step out, it’s because of you there’s overweight.”

— “I’m in a hurry, I can’t get out,” I answered calmly.

Then the men joined in:

— “Can’t you see we’re waiting? Get out already!”

— “Take the stairs, it’ll be healthier for you.”