My kids call me fat all the time. Now, as a girl with some serious muscle tone and some extra layers due to my love of all carbohydrates, I'm no size 2. But fat is not the word I use to describe myself. (Unless we're talking about PHAT). And I've even lost a significant amount of weight since I've been here. But do my kids notice?? No! All they keep saying is "Teacher you fat!" Oh yeah?? We'll good luck ever being any good at basketball, shorty...
Yesterday I had an epiphany when one of my 8 yr old students was on one of his teacher is fat rants. It's my breast. They have no idea how to distinguish between fat and large breast. Duh. If I have to special order my bra in America imagine how mind blowing that is in Asia? Yeah. Not explaining that to children. We'll just go with fat. I'm good with fat.
Most of time I stay in a very confused state when it comes to my self image between my students telling me I have 3 necks and all the old men I pass on my commute to work telling me I'm beautiful. Big necked and beautiful. I'll take it.
The one thing the Koreans and I agree on is that I have great nails. Well, we all knew that.
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