When I weighed more, doing any kind of stretches was more difficult because of the fat that finds itself in the way, not to mention I was disgusted by the way my flesh would squish into rolls (-shudders at the memory-) and wouldn't be able to look at myself. It was especially apparent at the junction of my hips and my legs.  There was this mound of fat that would squish out of it and just look horribly gross.  The realization of my new thinness truly made itself solid in my mind when I was doing the SAME stretch, and looked down at that specific point in my anatomy and saw a concave area (with some slightly looser skin because of the whole ordeal) and I think I might have cried with happiness.