I was a friend's party the other day - big reunion of the closest friends who hadn't caught up in over a month. Then one of them turned up, huffing and puffing about just how awful it was at work. She sat down, ate some food, moaning all the way about excessively late nights spent at work and the lack of any free time.
Then she turned round to me and said, not without a little maliciousness in her tone of voice, "What happened to you? Did you get lazy? You don't look good anymore. You looked better before."
I was aghast at the over-enthusiasm that came with this frankness. She was referring of course to the fact that she thought I had gotten fat. It was a point she brought up the last time we me, even though numbers hadn't moved on the scales and my clothes all still fit as perfectly as they did "before." She continued: "Yah... you just don't look good anymore lah. You looked much better before. I'm sure."
I pointed out that perhaps it was because I had just eaten a huge dinner and was, quite obviously, sitting slouched and overfed on a sofa. "No lah. It's not that. You don't look good anymore."
Then she added, "Sorry lah, I know that's not very encouraging. But it's true lah," just to rub salt into an overexposed wound.
Two days later I met up with a favourite gay boy of mine, who's known for his tireless bitchy remarks. He surprised me though: "How are you? Long time no see, eh? Hey! You lost weight lah!"
So I'm ready to throw up my hands and surrender to the neverending debate on my weight that runs its course throughout KL. I'm quite sure if you search hard enough, there'll even be a yahoogroups forum running especially on the fluctuations (imaginary or not) on my weight. It's just so tiring it's enough to make a girl just want to give up on that neverending illusion Size 0 and resort to cheesecakes for comfort.