The Story of my Life

I went to the office wearing my skinny jeans, which I haven't worn for months, and a plain top, slightly loose to hide my bulges. Midway through the morning, I regret wearing it. When I sit or bend forward, my pants reveal my butt crack and when I walk I have to pull it up once in a while to keep it from falling (revealing my butt crack again). My top, whose fabric sticks to the skin, reveals my bulging tummy which grew by a few inches.

I'm going out tonight. I can't afford to look horrible. So off I went to the tiangge to get some cheap but nice stuff to replace my hideous outfit. True enough, I got a pair of jeans for P650 and two blouses priced at P250 each. Great! I'm so excited to change.

When I got back, I told G and R in the elevator of my good buys and explained why I had to change my outfit. I'm getting fat. R, with conviction said, "Alam mo oo nga! Nung nakita kita kanina...ibaaaaa. Lalo na yung braso mo." When I was about to take off to get my lunch, she said "oh, wag ka na kumain". Now everyone in the elevator knows my body measurement.

Lesson learned: The truth really hurts.

Upstairs, while I was chatting with R's seatmate, Dyosa, R said "Claire, papabasa ko sa`yo tong book na `to pagkatapos ko." The book is "French Women Don't Get Fat". Then said, "binili ko nga ito kahit di ako mataba eh."

Lesson learned: If you can't join them, beat them.