My Mom and Pants

She has this firm belief that me and her are the same size, except that I'm skinnier, despite the fact that she is several inches taller than me.

So basically, whenever she buys/receives a pair of jeans that are too skinny for her, or just up and buys pants meant for me, she makes me try them on, thinking that they'll be a perfect fit. I put them on to humor her, but they are always far too big. Not in the waist, but in then length. The legs drag past the arch of my foot- bad. The waist is too long and pretty-much reaches my ribcage. If I'm lucky, they only reach my belly button.

I can't stand jeans that reach above my hips. Midway up is the longest I can stand. Above them, and it just drives me crazy. I can't wear them. So I always give them back saying they're way too big. I suspect that makes her feel fat- something just a little too tight for her is voluminous on me?

So then she tells other people, not realizing that I'm within hearing distance, and they're all like, "Oh, when she puts on her Freshman 15 she'll fit."

No. The problem is not my weight. It's my height. I'm not as tall as you, Mom. I prefer shorter pants. Not low riders- I hate those too. But the mid-rise, that hit my hips without being too low or too high. You should know that. Every time we go shopping together, the only pants I come out of are mid-rise, even though you suggest all sorts of high-rise, way-too-long jeans.

I'm the shortest one in the family (discounting my younger siblings, but it's already obvious that they're going to grow taller), and everyone makes fun of me about that. Keep that in mind when you're getting pants. I'm shorter than you. We're not the same size, and won't be until you're 85 and start shrinking (at which point I'll probably be the heavier one so we still won't be xD).