Despite my best efforts over the years I've still got the same pesky 4-5 stone to lose. I'm size 18, that is a fact. My wardrobe is full of clothes that fit me perfectly and pretty much all of them are an 18. Last night I was sitting with my parents, my DH and a couple of my parents friends. They live in retirement accommodation. My mum loves temu and she announced to the whole table that she'd ordered me a coat as she knew I needed one. She got it up on her phone and proudly showed everyone the lovely coat she'd bought me. In a size 24!! AIBU to think yes she is a sweet little 88 year old but she's also fucking passive aggressive and needs to fuck right off! She's got all her marbles and knows dress sizes very well before anyone asks. This was deliberate.