Sweater Exchange

In my entire life, I have never had a friend who wears the same size clothing as I do. I'm not exactly what one would call "skinny". In fact, I'm quite the opposite. Kind of chubby, and pretty short. Not a great combination for the classic beauty. I used to watch my friends switch clothes. Wear each others shirts, and jeans, and tank tops. I was so jealous. I felt that in some mystical way it would draw me closer to my friends. A short of promise that we'll stick around. There's a movie called Practical Magic. 2 sisters were very close, but very different people. One was quiet and conservative, while the other was eccentric and and what you could call "boy crazy". At the beginning of the movie, the young, boy-crazy sister was running away with what she was convinced was her "soul mate". As she departed in the middle of the night, the two cut their hands open and grasped hands. This was a sort of bonding thing that some girls do. Like blood sisters. I always thought that exchanging clothes would be something of the sort. I hated that I was too fat to change clothes with any of my best friends. This year, however, I finally found a girl, a good friend, who's the same size and shape as I am. We are also surprisingly alike in personality and issues. We exchanged sweaters the other day, and I love it. Like a dream come true. Perhaps I should proclaim her my "Sweater Sister".