I hate when boundaries change....but I am thankful, at times, that they are there.

A lot of people here post about their T's hugging them or holding their hand...and I was always envious....and I fantasize about that very thing at times....But tonight was the first time I thought to myself, "If T were to hug me, he'd feel how disgustingly fat I am, and that would be awful.".....T has a beautiful skinny wife, and I am the complete opposite....So, now I feel better about not getting hugs from T.