We come from the same gene pool, but don't you dare tell me that we can wear the same jeans, because you couldn't hold them up. You wouldn't be able to keep them in place, to hoist up the weight of the world that makes them so heavy. Your size zero waist and thighs couldn't handle the pressure, couldn't handle the qualities of life size pants. Not 12 size pants. Life size pants. My whole life fits into the stretched out fabric, the too tight button, the zipper that struggles to crawl up its track. These pants have seen days where I could slide in and days where the squeeze was so tight that I just gave up, even when giving up shouldn't have been an option. Holes have been torn, rips have been stretched, and yours have been fashioned to look that way. Do not pretend that we could switch jeans and be perfectly fine, because you would be swimming, and I would be missing.