A 65 inch, 130(ish) lb newly minted "curvy" girl (my weight gain over the last year will be explained, and obsessed over, as a reoccurring theme in these posts) lost in fashion translation. An expat in Asia for three years now, I have attempted (and resolved against) leggings with kitten heels, cartoon emblazoned tunics, full babydoll dresses, neon in any form, knee-high schoolgirl socks, pom-pom ponytail holders, and blunt bangs. I have foraged and forged the markets of Myeong-Dong, Seoul; gawked and subsequently aped the eccentricities of Harajuku, Tokyo; and gazed covetously through the marathon of luxury storefronts of Orchard St, Singapore. And all through that time I have been haunted by the specter of saleswomen who whisk away my selected smalls and tskingly replacing them with "largees." I have been tortured by shoe boutiques lined with petite masterpieces that are never to don this Westerner's monstrous US size 7.5 feet. I have been giggled at as I tried to squeeze my Beyonce-esque rear into their shapeless leggings and hopelessly constricted skinny jeans (my husband says I need a shoehorn for the jeans . . . I think it's an intriguing idea).
Enough! The curvy girl will no longer lament in silence . . .
This blog is not meant to have a true thematic relevance, merely to serve as an outlet for my voluptuous frustrations and incredulous fashion discoveries. It is my hope that this venue will not only quell my growing resentment of all eternally skinny Asianistas, but will also illustrate (somewhat anecdotally) the influence Asia has had on my wardrobe of Ralph Lauren button downs and J Crew chinos. Let the Asian fashion translation begin!
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