“A grin might have split me down the middle and my questions might come spilling out. Am I pretty? How much bigger am I than you? Do you love me—still love me, or love me more for having done this? Did you love me before? Was it possible to love me when I was fat? What do you love now? Am I gonna be OK—be a person, be Frances? Will I figure this out? How? What have I done?”