-Jonna, can I ask you something?
-Well, don’t be sad now, but you look… like… you look, quite a lot bigger than before!
-Yeah, did you put on weight?
-Yeah, I did actually. Too much drinking and eating I suppose.
-Because I’ve been looking at you and you and you really look huge! And all round everywhere! It’s kind of cute… but… I don’t really understand why.
-Eh… what do you mean, why?
-Well, you were only gone for 2 weeks. Why would you put on so much weight?
-Well… I don’t know really…
-OK, well anyway, I have LOST weight! Can you tell?
-Eh… sorry, I haven’t been checking you out…
-OK, well I just thought I’d tell you.
What the hell is WRONG with this society?! I spent the rest of the day staring at my computer, feeling like a walrus. So what if I put on some weight (something that I am already fully aware of –I kind of felt it when I put my clothes on, and I intend to lose every single extra stone), why do people over here feel they should tell you? As if you didn’t already know?!
Actually, don’t bother answer that. I’ve blogged about this so many times before and sure, they have their reasons: it’s to show that they care, it’s just a cute little comment, a la the Chinese way… Anyway, Chinese way or no way, I’m sick of this. Four and a half years in this country and I’ve had it with these kinds of comments (and no, sorry, but you never get used to it). Yesterday, for the first time in a long time, I wished I was living somewhere else. Somewhere less weight-obsessed. Somewhere where colleagues don’t comment on the size of your behind.
It also hit me how sad this is: 15 days into the new year, and I've already been told I look "huge" and "round." This does not bode well for the new year. Yes, I'm heading to the gym this arvo.