Today, as I was sitting in the car, waiting for my son, my eyes wander. There, under the bright, hot sun, was this woman who is rather overweight. She wore a spaghetti strap blouse which is light blue. And hear this, she wore this black, big straps bra. The straps clashed with the baby blue and it looks kinda eye-catching.

As I said, she is rather plump and was wearing a pair of shorts. I am probably one of those insecure woman whom had too much commercials planted in my mind. I will never show any part of myself that looks less than perfect, in the eyes of the slimming center. I will never expose my thighs if I have cellulites. I’d rather forego fashion and comfort than to be walking around with lumpy thighs.

But she walks confidently in her garb. For that, I really admire her. Sometimes, I wish I am bolder and less insecure with body images. However, it is not easy. Every where I go, I hear, see and am assaulted with all the body perfect images. I wonder if I am in some Western countries where more women bare their less than perfect bodies, would I be the same? Will I have less hang-ups? Will I care?

I suppose nothing will change. When I was very, very thin, I hate showing off my body which doesn’t have curves. When I got more curves, I hate showing off the extra inches. I think I better remind my kids that the next time when they put me into the coffin, they better hire a nice embalmer and see that they made me up nicely and give me a set of clothings that flatter my body, even when I am six feet under.