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You know how there's certain details that will immediately yank you out of a story-- usually it's when you've got a particular special interest or professional background or whatever, and the writer of the story just plain didn't know.
Clothes-sharing is one of those for me.
For context: I'm six feet tall, fat, size twelve shoes. I have a shortlist of stores where I can buy clothes that will fit me. I do get hand-me-downs, but they tend to come from a specific person who has already been pre-established to be my dimensions. It's a whole thing.
So let me tell you that I tend to Notice the ways in which characters share clothes.
In my case-- like I said, I'm fairly big. In a pinch, I could yank a shirt out of my closet and give it to any one of my coworkers and it would cover them (on two of my coworkers, if you cinch it at the waist with a belt, one of my t-shirts could pass for an entire dress). I think maybe two of my female coworkers would be able to lend me one of their shirts and have it actually get past my shoulders, thanks to the stretchiness of modern fabric. I think maybe one of my male coworkers, statistically, might have shoes that I could get onto my feet without some Cinderella-style body horror involved.
It's one thing in more historic settings, where you have those giant voluminous shifts and undershirts that even a fairly large person could swim in, and where you can account for a lot of leeway via lacing, or for settings where the dominant form of clothing can be summed up as "rectangle + draping/pinning".
But show me something western post like 1890, and I'm going to start asking questions if one character just casually hands over something out of their closet to wear. Especially if the recipient is repeatedly described as being significantly larger than the giver.
As someone who doesn't fit the mold, it hits some particular sore spots for me in that there's this default assumption that female characters in particular are automatically going to be uniformly petite. And I'll see writers making a clear effort to say that their character is actually taller/curvier/whatever than average-- but then still have them casually trading clothing with someone who pointedly isn't, as if it didn't make a difference.
As you go to the gym regularly, and you keep growing bigger, stronger and more powerful, it’ll be far more important for your husband to not pick a fight with you. I mean at some point, your strength will become unmatched and his body will feel like a puny, little child’s toy to your massive muscles. He should worship you or prepare for the wrath of an actual god!