I'm not a shopper. Since I work from home, I rarely get new clothes.
I told her that I am not fan of clothes shopping, and she called me "Cute," and "Small."
I laughed, and realized soon why I have so much dismay for clothes shopping. THE FITTING ROOM. THE LIGHTS.
THE VARICOSE VEINS. I have the legs of an 80 year old woman.
It's not about SIZES or the number on my scale, because I am nearly to my lowest weight. I reached my lowest weight just after one year post op, I hit 149 pounds for one day and regained immediately.
I am 156 pounds today.
I still don't like the melted candle puddle of skin that I have -- nine years later. Full honesty, I am FINE with it once I am wearing appropriate undergarments and everything is in it's place, but even in a size 8P (I also bought a pair of 6P) - sometimes you feel like a puddle of flesh.
It's not about a number.