Wednesday, March 11, 2009

My body scares small children

Or maybe it's just fascinates them. In a horrifed way.

On Sunday I went to my "Champions" clinic at the pool. I'm going through a particularly droopy phase with my skin right now so it doesn't look so hot. After 1.5 hours of swimming, it looks worse than "not so hot." Because not only is it droopy, but it's pale and wrinkly.

Anyway, we were in the shower washing our hair when a bunch of little kids came running in from their swim lesson. They were a bit shocked to see strange women they didn't know to start with. There was this one little girl in particular who wouldn't stop staring at me like she'd never seen anything like me.

I didn't think too much of right then because all the little girls seemed very shy of strangers. But as I left the shower area and went to change, the girl followed me. She watched me dry off -- with her mouth gapping open -- she watched me put on my dry clothes. Every time I turned around, she was there. Staring at me in horrified fascination.

I was a bit self-conscious about my resemblance to a blanched shar pei, but to be fair, I don't know if it was the wrinkly, droopy skin, or the enormous gash I have where the surgeon who removed my gallbladder, splitting me from just below the breast to my navel that had caught her attention.

Either way, it was pretty funny.
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