Your least favorite relative (me) manages to corner you at the family holiday party, and right from the start, I start making comments about your weight. Of course, I can't help but mention that I was a size 0 at your age, as well as super active with sports and talking to boys. Thing is, though, I'm not a size 0 anymore; in fact, I've actually gained a significant amount of weight in the past year, and it isn't long before you start throwing those rude weight comments right back at me. You point out the pile of candy bar wrappers in my purse, as well as a McDonald's receipt from today, but just as I try to deny that I've gotten fat, my pants split, followed by my sweater. I insist it's the fault of shoddy materials, but it's clear to you that you've won this holiday season.