Society has always been ruthless in propagating the ideal physical form a woman must have or achieve. As a woman, you must arm yourself appropriately so as not to succumb to the societal pressures. However, there is that one aspect that always gets to me. It’s not the societal pressure of being thin but it’s the added cultural pressure of being the right “size” that chips away at my armour. One of the things I dread about the holidays is when I see family and the first thing that comes out of their mouths is either that I gained weight or I lost weight. ALWAYS. Granted, there are a few who refuse to bring it up because of how rude it is, but I also have the ones who always just cannot seem to keep their mouths shut. I’ m a little irritated right now because as always it happened again this year. To make matters worse, I was actually welcomed by it. This is a first. Typically, my mom will say something to me probably halfway through my visit, but this time was different. The first thing that came out of her mouth, AT THE AIRPORT, was that I gained weight. Yes, I get it. I know. I probably gained about 8-10 lbs this year compared to last year. I know I need to go back to the gym. I know I need to start doing yoga again. Yet, is this how I should be welcomed? I am not impressed. If this is already what my mom is saying, Christmas Eve with the rest of the family will be even more fun. The fat police will be there. I will be getting fat citations left right and centre. It will be one festive night! Unfortunately, Santa cannot magically turn me into the typical petite 100 lb Asian overnight.
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