Fat-Kid, Skinny Country

As a lot of you that know me personally know, I have a habit of affectionately calling myself a fat kid. Not because I don't like how I look. I actually don't mind. I say it because I own it. So when I find myself trying to shop in clothing stores in a place like China and manage to find something that actually fits, it will make my day more than you ever believe.

As most people know, if a large foreigner, such as myself, were to try to go shopping for clothes in places like China, my luck would be slim to none, unless I want multiple X's on my size. Not necessarily a bad thing. It's just a challenge to remember that it may look like you're twice your size in China when you're really not.

The biggest thing to remember when shopping for clothes is that this is one of those situations where you can't focus on the size. If you focus on the size, you either find yourself desperately coming up with jokes that make you sound like you're fishing for compliments, or you can feel sorry for yourself. A lot of the time, I hardly looked into a clothing store unless a store owner insisted that I look at her stuff. But even then, it was just things like hair accessories or the occasional pair of jewelry.

But this time around, I've been luckier with clothes. Not so much with shoes. I  have to special order shoes if I ever want to get a good pair. Either way, I may actually look like a girl in Asia! Would that be quite interesting? Maybe I'll finally retire the "Fat Kid" jokes if  I have nothing to own anymore. That would be weird.

Beijing pic of the day!

 It's really hard to get a centered picture when your iPod is only designed for selfies. But no big deal. Still a nice shot of the Forbidden City. A little piece of the Forbidden City.