Never in my life did I think I’d have to defend my right to eat a protein bar on a plane. But when entitled parents prioritized their son’s comfort over my health, I found myself in a fight I never saw coming. I have Type 1 Diabetes—managing it means eating when I need to, not when it’s convenient for others. And that day, I refused to stay silent.

I’d been up since 4:30 a.m., barely made it through O’Hare, and was already lightheaded by the time I boarded. My seatmates? A couple and their spoiled son who immediately began whining, kicking seats, and demanding attention. When I unwrapped a protein bar to stabilize my blood sugar, the mom scolded me—her son had “sensitivities,” and apparently, I was the problem.

I tried to wait it out, but when the snack cart finally came and I asked for food and soda, the dad cut in and said, “Nothing for this row.” The flight attendant hesitated. I’d had enough. I told her, loudly and clearly, “I have Type 1 Diabetes. If I don’t eat now, I could pass out.” The entire row went silent, eyes on the entitled couple.

I got my snack. I ate. And when the mom leaned in to “educate” me on her son’s issues, I shut it down: “Book a private jet next time.” The rest of the flight? Peaceful. Their kid never looked up from his iPad. That day, I learned a powerful lesson: advocating for your health is never rude—it’s necessary.