Sure! Here’s a much shorter version of your story that keeps the essence intact:
My name is Elizabeth, and I love my life as a marketing consultant—even if it means living out of a suitcase. Last year, I visited 14 cities, helping brands grow while racking up miles and hotel breakfasts.
The only real complication? I have Type 1 Diabetes. Diagnosed at 12, it’s a part of me, not a limitation. I manage it well, even while traveling—thanks to planning, glucose tablets, and supportive people.
But not everyone understands.
On a flight from Chicago to Seattle, I began to feel my blood sugar drop. I reached for a protein bar, only for the woman next to me to snap, “Can you not? Our son has sensitivities.” Her son, glued to his iPad, hadn’t even noticed.
I tried to wait, but things got worse. When the snack cart came, the dad told the flight attendant, “No food for this row.” I finally spoke up: “I have Type 1 Diabetes. I need to eat—now.”
Their son? Still munching Skittles.
I ate. I recovered. And when the mom leaned in to “educate” me about her son, I simply said: “I’ll manage my health. You manage your prince. Book a private flight next time.”
Silence. Blissful, well-earned silence.
Let me know if you’d like a version with a specific tone—funny, formal, emotional, etc.
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