I CAN'T FIT INTO ANY OF THE JEANS THERE. Levis, for instance, carry up till a 31. And yes, I know that 31 is rather huge here. And I wear a 28 (omg i cannot believe i'm shamelessly sharing my jean-size... but who cares, you all know I'll never be small) but apparently over there, their size 31 is like a 27!!! And that is their largest. I can't even get it past my ginormous baby-bearing but very flat hips.
I swear by the time i visited the 7th store, I wanted to shove SAWADEEKAH up their fucking tiny asses.
Just kill me now. I'm like a Big Mac in Thailand. And the rest of them are like the mini, improvised chicken nuggets that you get here (yes, i swear mackers cut down the portion of my fav nuggets)
Best part ever? I gained 2kg, cause I was overly depressed. See, I could only fit food into me. And food's the only thing that fit me over there.
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