After realizing that my jeans are more than "there are no dryers in this country" loose and finding Chinese clothes that actually fit, I decided to do an inquistive weigh-in at the local Wal-Mart. First I thought that gravity must have a different effect in China. Then, I did a quick conversion on my trusty cell phone calculator to realize that I've lost a solid 10 pounds since arriving in China. Ten pounds in three months is no where near astonishing, but I'm still 10 pounds closer to my driver's licence being accurate :)
And after this large boost in self-esteem the more realistic body image that resulted, I met an outspoke Chinese girl. Sitting next to me in Starbuck's as I graded papers, she could barely speak English. But she managed to get out, "Have a baby?" while patting her stomach.
Sure, it's probably the less than flattering yet wildly comfortable and warm outfit I'm wearing. Sure, it's probably Chinese girls' suspicion of any chest larger than a AA. Sure, it's probably the hunched posture that I adopted as I furiously attempted to figure grades on midterms.
But hopefully this will be the last foreign city in which I'm offered a seat on the subway because I'm "expecting."
Yeah right, bitches. All I'm expecting is a bowel movement in a few hours.
Hmph.
