you stood there in front of me just close enough to touch

Brienne as a child had been tall and plain. As a young maiden she had not managed to grow out of her predicament. As a child she had not given much importance to the snickers, or the sneers. She had listened to them, she had been aware of them. A part of Brienne had always held on to the hope they would eventually stop; to the hope she would eventually become less awkward and less mannish. They didn’t. She hadn’t. Connington had made sure Brienne was well aware of it.

Or: Renly arrives at Evenfall Hall, there is a feast, there is a dance, and Jaime takes notice the Evenstar's heir hasn't truly mastered the art of wearing a dress.