My fat superior at work was mystified I wouldn't be able to wear her daughter's jeans. I am just a little shitlady, at 5'2", about 105lbs. My superior is maybe an inch or two taller and easily 200lbs+. We work at an action cooking station in a resturaunt and while closing down we started chatting. Somehow we got on the topic of clothing and I mentioned that because of vanity sizing I often have to shop in junior's or little kid's sections. She stifled a laugh and went "Really?"  "Yeah. To be honest my favorite pair of jeans came from the little girl's section of a store." "What size do you wear?" "In girl's? Twelve." She looked confused. She said she was thinking maybe I could have some of her daughter's jeans that she'd grown out of, but those were all size 14. I said they'd be too big. She asked me, "How could you not fit into my littlet girl's jeans?" To which I stifled a laugh back at her and shrugged. Eventually she concluded that her daughter was just "more curvy" than me.