I arrived in Singapore 3 years ago, armed with 2 suitcases full of clothes and a heart full of wonder and awe. A foreign country meant new fashions, new clothes and a brand new wardrobe. But along the road to wardrobe upgrades, I ended up shedding a few of my beliefs. And thats not all I had to shed.
I believed real people could not take on the form of mannequins. Mannequins were merely plastic figures with impossible vital statistics which no human being could hope to achieve.
I believed that I would never have trouble getting my dress size. The size M or the occasional L was made for me. Of course the fact that an M or L size was not an universal standard measurement slipped my mind.
I believed that you needed either liposuction or Aladdin’s Genie to maintain surf-board flat abs after 25 or one pregnancy - whichever came first.
I believed that a pair of itsy-bitsy denim shorts with waist size 20 was a mythical object only found in women magazines and on fashion ramps. Myth busted
I believed that Barbie dolls only belonged in toy shops and in the bedrooms of 10-year old girls. They didn’t stand before you in the bus queue, or get in the same lift as you or take your orders at a restaurant.
I believed that I would never hear the words "Sorry we don’t have that in your size" accompanied by the universally hated look of sympathy. Hell, they always have my size, or at least they did back home!
So there you go. Some eye-openers on my shop-athons across the tiny island that is Singapore. Do I care? Yes, occasionally. I would be lying if I said it didn’t bother me.
But most of the time, I just suck in that tummy, shrug off those worries and bravely plod on to the next shop. I have realized that being a modern day Indian girl is not just about having a suitcase full of unused saris and preferring to eat with your hands. It involves embracing everything Indian about yourself. And if that involves chubby arms and dimpled thighs, then bring it on!