Nobody is cozy on a flight. You realllllllly don't need to apologise or feel bad. I'm fat, I've spent many flights squished in the middle seat, force-cuddling shoulder-to-knee with larger folks than myself. Only a massive asshole is going to make a fuss. We are all miserable and wedged.

My tall, thin husband is wearing his knees around his ears and is miserable in a exciting and different way. We are all sitting in tiny barely padded seats in a pressurized, dehydrated sardine can breathing recycled cold germs... whining helps nobody. I hope all your future seat mates are chill! And again, don't feel bad at all. You've got nothing to feel bad about.