what was left in the bureau were the second stringers , and she tossed them over without sweating any folding business : yoga pants that had been washed so many times they were dark gray , not black ; turtlenecks that had lost their elastic around the throat but were still functional in a pinch ; bras that were a little frayed at the cups ; fleeces that had pilled up ; jeans from high school that she used as a scale to judge her weight .