A weighty obsession

I HADN’T seen my best friend Cleo in something like two weeks – which is an eternity to us – and the first thing I said when I saw her was, “Have you shrunk?” Even before looking at her shoes to check whose heels were higher. (Usually hers.)

My next thought was, I had grown fatter since the last time we met. Then she interjected: “Your face looks narrower.”