Thin privilege. Where everything is in your size. I was at the mall tonight, happily trailing around H&M and admiring all of the glittery and cat-themed clothes they have when I came across a rack of sweaters that included one that said 'Meow or Never'. Super cute, absolutely love it, but definitely wouldn't spend the amount of money it was on something I can only wear three months out of the year (I live in the southwest of America). My friend and I were flipping through the sweaters when suddenly, this large thing parading as a person bellows, "I'm so mad they don't have that in an extra large! At least, I don't think they do!" She proceeds to paw through the rack at the same time as me and my friend, so I quickly noped around to the other side. This same blob had also, just minutes before, stopped what she was doing when I exclaimed the cuteness of something to lean around the clothing rack and see what it was I was talking about. All I could think for the next few minutes of how much it must really suck to not be able to get something because it isn't in your size. I'm a small/medium and if a store doesn't have one of those sizes, I'll just get the next size up usually. Sucks to suck.