“If you throw that in a hot wash and then tumble dry it, I bet it’ll tighten up a bit and fit you better.” I try to contain my glee at the sight of one of my favorite skirts from college, a blue cotton floral number with a wide band that used to be snug on my hips, not-quite-falling-off T’s narrower frame. Not only is it a pleasure to think that my friends might get some use out of some of the fifty or so items of clothing I’ve brought to the swap – most of them much-loved pieces that I wore over and over again until they were put away in storage by my mother and my style slowly outgrew them – but it is a surprise and an untold joy to see how many of my old clothes actually fit these girls. My whole life, I’ve been significantly larger than all of my friends. Even when I lost the weight, I remained a good two to four sizes above my largest girlfriend. The first time I went to a clothing swap, years ago with my friend Courtney, I came away with two ite
Life after Gastric Bypass surgery