We all have athletic, naturally fit body types in my family.
My father, restless as a leaf in a lingering wind storm, has slender legs with vigorous muscles.
My mother on the other hand, is petite- wiry yet stocky; just like my sister.
My sister is a head-turner. Her well-built body is taut and bold, which catches every guy's’ eye. While my sister is built like my mother, I am built like my father. I am slim and strong, and tower over my mother and my sister.
But we still fit in the same pair of jeans. We are like the sisterhood of the traveling pants; thing, stocky, lanky, or wiry, our jeans always fit the same.