I can relate to this subject though I feel weird writing about my T's looks compared to mine. She is about 15 years younger than I am, and probably about 40 pounds lighter, at least. She's very tall and thin, and I asked her once if she was okay. She said she was, and she eats all the baked goods I occasionally bring her, but I don't like that she's so thin. Her legs in her jeans look like a kid's, and once she wore something sleeveless and I had a very negative reaction.

Strangely though, I'm attracted to because her face and hair are pretty. I don't notice her being so thin as much as I used to. I am also jealous because I'm overweight and I wish I were thinner, but not as thin as my T. I realized when looking at fashion magazines that my T looks like a model but I think the models are skin and bones.

It bothers me that I often judge people, including my family, on how they look. I love them but judge them anyway. It bothers me how aware I am of how my T looks. I'm embarrassed that I look the way I do, and have mentioned that to her. Usually I can forget about it because it's what's inside that counts. But I do compare and notice our physical appearances and how different we are.