The last time I flew commercially, my problem wasn't with Southwest, it was with the TSA.
To pass through the metal detector I took off my shoes, emptied my pockets, took off my belt (and after having lost 100 lbs I almost lost something else) and went through.
BEEP BEEP BEEP.
"Stand over here, sir." They waved the wand all over me.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
The problem was my feet.
"Sit down here, sir, and take off your socks." I did so, and they waved the wand over my bare feet
BEEP BEEP BEEP.
"If I cut off my feet can the rest of me get on the plane?"